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Mar 2018
Sunset's horizon
Clots together green-glow haze
To coat the night sky:
As the city denies sleep,
It gifts us a strange blanket.
It really is this awful green color, but that's light pollution for you. I wonder: should I blame the light or the pollution?
Breon
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