Urban Playground
Pretty lights
Striking brights
Bleeding out on the pavement
The urban pane
Scents of disdain
Words that rim with omens
A tender brush
That tasteful rush
I’ll just ensure her safety
Pigeon pigeon
Canary bridges
The hue is distant yet
At last she turns
And now, we yearn
Nobody tasted her fate
A little splash
An idle rash
Alone again I clamber
Tomorrow’s eve
Taxied streets
They’ll never link by name
Never in chains
Just bikes and brains
The hunt will sear once more
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