Neon Wings
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The city's an illusion,
a quilt work of hopes and dreams.
And a congenial facade,
where nothing's quite what it seems.
Sex breaks free from its cocoon
to flex its neon wings at night.
And rowdy bars open
as fledgling morals take flight.
Truth, like a shadow in the dark,
is invisible here.
And indelible smiles soon
fade when your funds disappear.
A city missing its soul
has lost all track of its heart.
And within the light of day,
the illusion falls apart.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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