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Fate flickers a newsreel.
It's dancing across the dark restaurants,
the sidewalks,
and the hotel lobbies have started to fade
so that the reds are now a dirty pink,
and the they had before has been stripped and covered in dust.
And are countless yesterdays
that were supposed to be more.
But as time blurs them, the soften
and you can carve a monument out of glass and sand.
Nothing is uglier than beauty.
It's the of the starlet.
can be a horrible thing.
Fate still smiles as the leaves clog the gutters,
and the red bricks and sink further into the ground.
wears you down.
Time will on you.
marches on.
Its fell through,
and there are countless yesterdays promises fell through.