.Lights on the bridges and a smokestack far away
Smoke turns to indigo in the ending business day
The taxicabs assault on the potholed asphalt
They parry and lunge 'neath the thin winter sun who's painting the bedroom grey
Computer Mage, the plastic age
Someday, all this will be a.
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