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Fate flickers a newsreel.
dancing across the dark wood restaurants,
the sidewalks,
and the hotel lobbies that have started to
so that the deep are now a dirty pink,
and the elegance had before has been stripped and covered in dust.
And there are yesterdays
that were supposed to be more.
But as time them, the edges soften
and you can a monument out of broken glass and sand.
Nothing is uglier than beauty.
the curse of the starlet.
Sunlight can be a thing.
Fate still smiles as the leaves clog the gutters,
and the red chip and sink further into the ground.
wears you down.
Time spit on you.
marches on.
Its promises through,
and are countless yesterdays where promises fell through.