A FINE CITY

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last time we were a fine city
pure intention
too archaic we progress faster with
the whip
returned our trays
kept our durians off the train
binned our litter in the trash
over time we forget why we
acted this way as prosperity grew
we still did
not for prosperity but
conscience
we walked a stranger's wallet to the station
happiness was not the reward but
the reason for the walk
derobotize
our love for this land
as happiness too dissolves like me for
i am ashes now scattered and free

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