Little City
what has dropped
tween your seams
and burned spotlights
across jurisdictions
through dork realms
and cool motifs
and overlapping themes
and motifs
On skyscrapers I've seen
three thousand windows
they've spelled your name
and cried for dimes
and held shimmering in the
heaviest of days
the welds fight for support
guilds draw sticks
secret smokes in dark
Throats
black
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