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City of Stars

On Society’s Hands

City of Stars

She was in his arms, safe.

She was his second chance, blessed.

She lit up rooms and raised spirits, saviour.

But this wasn't forever.

Civilisations don't like safeblessedsaviour.

People take what they want; leave behind messes; destroy lives.

Murderers.

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