Vegas in the morning,
The lights much less bright.
A morning sun reflects,
Reveals aged faces,
Banishes corruption.
Vegas in the morning,
Picked wanderers dying for health,
Piecing together a lost evening,
Searching deeply for their smiles.
It’s a cool Vegas morning whose fine hourglass tapers.
Of sleepless casinos and stolen lifeblood.
Of facedown wallets,
Empty, shocked, nauseous,
Hoping for a dream,
In a Vegas morning sunbeam.
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