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It was a small town, a fleeting town, 

One thought to not have existed unless you look close

And only then could one hope to see true enlightenment.

Iridescent, luminous, haunting,

There was never enough water or food, but there was a brewery to share.

Left to itself, The Town would change:

Mutilate, disfigure, desecrate itself.

The people, they never noticed

Lost in their own worlds of trickery:

Putrid, thriving, sniveling.

Something few acknowledged.

The Town was never lateral nor mesial

The Town was never here nor there

The Town was never loving nor cruel.

The Town was just that,

A town.