SPLIT UNBEAUTIFUL

its plastic now
that glitters

in springwinters low struggling sun

it uglys up my short walks

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was booze glass before
sharp dream shards

in warm forest greens & amber browns

would see it on my home treks

catching dawn like heavens peaks

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its UV cracks now
split unbeautiful

in the dry littered runnels 

of factory lava

worrying up

           my conscience flicker