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Aug 9
My neck hurts  
looking for the stars again—  
Timeless divinity lost  
to man’s paltry convenience.

Streetlights, the new  
celestial roadmap  
for nighttime travelers  
with a destination  
of nowhere.

Gather 'round the light  
the stars view  
from space—  
how ironic.
Written by
Noah V
51
   Rob Rutledge
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