City of Angels

  
 Out too early, in too late,

Scars that run for miles.

Much too much to mend,

Hidden behind pressed shirts/sunglasses.

Yesterday’s sins buried in the grass,

The city gleams, pristine,

As if nothing’s ever happened.

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