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What a waste of sky tonight,

the light of dead stars

smudged out by meaningless shite.

 

What a waste of words tonight,

great thoughts of those passed

shelved and replaced,

by the shiny and bright

 

Tomorrow when the sparkles have fallen,

and drunken cheers are numbed in nurofen,

will it be new or just the same?

Happy New Year!

again,

again.

 

 

 

HNY

◄ A prelude to wealth

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