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Nobody looks at the camera,

just passing by the lens paying no regard,

breeze blowing litter across the grass,

neon lights crisp against the late evening sky,

it'll look different in the morning trust me,

the imprints of machinery in the mud,

a candy floss wrapper lays alone,

did anyone catch a Tweenie?

Lazydays

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