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I saw a towerblock a-tremble in a spindly sapling’s shaky shadow

Bitter bitumen ribbed and rucked by gentle giant plane tree’s roaming roots

A river of silent slivers, erstwhile angels, green to golden, tumbled smiles

Stream the pathways of my drifting, wet confetti celebrates the passing day

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