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It's blue with pink moving neon
We change in a jungle sky
Where rats have a chance to swarm
The mud-slick builders
But who climbed?
The builders that made it the high plateau
So on October full-moon night
A poem has in the scene
Aztec temple housing apartment arches stare
With premeditated ongling glare
In light holes
In pool puddles
Pool puddles
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