Blinding light lead me right,
Coals burn in the heat of night.
Uptown in the world of trite
Lies the power of unbridled might.
Inner city tantrums
Overarching phantoms of union
Separate spheres
One area in many
Once upon a time,
Future held in decisions not mine
Down to the 47 of a 50 kind.
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