How I feel about Las Vegas.
everything is so much less spectacular
in the light of day,
and by the time night comes around
those neon lights always
cast the longest shadows
if this is “The Life”
then what is mine?
if my birth was a fraud…
if my house was a nest…
if the trees were all gone…
if the clouds were all solid,
our planes would be fucked.
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