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SAD AXIS
From a yellow
at midnight,
came daylight
In this center of greatness
and tremendous flaw,
they slow among commerce
in a state of awe
A synthetic rush
has senses shifting,
as the more that’s explored
corrupts each merging victim
At a time in the world
when most are at rest,
intersections confide secrets
these corners confess
It's a polar paradox
to cold urban blocks,
with walkways of mobs
and doors without locks
There are mountains,
not here,
crushing slogans and clichés,
real places of true beauty,
unlike this flamboyant maze
How can this be an axis
where society spins,
as neon glows
mask a sadness
lurking shallow within
Please explain
why this idea holds attraction,
as it's just a circus
that survives for distraction
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