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Beautiful Pollution

through the glass

this is so pretty.

is this the future?

its stretching in every direction.

"where is the car in front of me" is a good question

flurries cloud her vision

swirling and streaming through the air

its not snowing

but the dust is undoubtedly there

my eyes are wide

focused on the sky above

never have i seen such blazing color

scorching the night sky

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Written by
Greyson-fay
Published
Dec 6, 2014
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When i was driving home in a very polluted area of town the streetlights made the ground glow,and the skyscrapers where going through the (surprisingly) low clouds

no longer where the clouds shone through by the sun.

they gleamed florescent.

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