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Dark City Parade
Dark City Parade
The parades march is coming to an end.
What's left litters the floor.
Confetti, old newspapers, candy wrappers, and gum.
It's the day after the parade
Left out in the rain
Left sitting stagnant in the drains
Rotting in the sewers
A party for the rats.
Who drone down in packs.
Devouring all in their paths.
What's carried off in the sludge
Are the things we enjoyed
Put out on a flowing display
The things we loved on that day
Now in our way.
A stench that carries
A murky and moldy scent that lingers
The perfume of Dark City hovers hotly in our throats.
That delicate rotting perfume
Of Dark City Parade.
I sort of just went with a mental image and ran with it.
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