Silver spears of sleet
From steel tinted skies,
My metal day
Is dismal in it's ending.
No sunlight
To burnish it's beauty,
Smothered by haze,
The skeletal silhouettes
of structures struggle
Towards the sun.
So again I sleep
In the eternal shadow
Of the city.
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