Blinking at me.
Shinning real bright into my eyes when i look up.
Lights along the motorway, equally spaced.
Mapping my way.
Beaming down on the hussle of beings.
Bright.
Artificial.
Flashing.
Beaming.
Fake stars staring at me.
In the way.
Hiding the truth.
Fireflies darted amoungst trees.
Street lamps in the town.
Making me frown.
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