The city sprawls
In yellow, blue, green and white lights
The sleek cars
Slither through the costly streets
The street lamps stand
Hands up their nails
Flowered with beautiful light.
Meanwhile the suburb
Lags behind lazily
In everything
That is dregs
To the resplendence
Of the new city
Sitting on the sweat
Of the people on this side.
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