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Streetlamp of desire,
stalking me in my home,
looming over my window,
shining into my soul.
The streets have been
lonely this last year,
no company to keep
them occupied.
Lusting for life,
illumination on gossip,
an insight
into despair.
Why do you
shine at night
on empty streets,
still praying, one
day, there will
be purpose
again.
What purpose
is left?
Scribbled Thoughts 