Disillusioned
All of this “improvement” only dismantles my safe space,
My one corner of quiet
In this hellish prison of consumerism.
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Moments Before
The Seattle I once knew is gone. It has been transformed into a tech-haven, a corporate castle. A breeze has blown through the construction-covered streets, wisping all the unwanteds away.
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Radiant Pastels
Fall leaves burn brightly –
Radiant pastels
Scattered gently underfoot.
