the stars don't twinkle,
not the way city lights do,
his eyes don't twinkle,
he knows the fame isn't true,
the beauty of the city,
is not in its infinite shine,
because you know from afar,
inside its homeless and grime,
the city is beautiful,
like fire is bright,
come too close,
it's no longer nice
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