Neon Wings
The city's an illusion,
a quiltwork of hopes and dreams.
A fantastical facade,
where nothing's quite what it seems.
Sex breaks free of its cocoon,
flexing neon wings at night.
And salacious bars attract,
as fledgling feelings take flight.
Like a shadow in the dark,
truth is invisible here.
Yet the indelible smiles
fade when your funds disappear.
A city, missing its soul,
has long lost track of its heart.
And within the light of day,
the illusion falls apart.
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