If all you see is trash
Then trash is what you buy
But to some this lucid stash
Contains more than meets the eye
All rust was once grey like the city
All furnished lines once meant to portray
And it truly is a dimly secretive pity
That today is a deviant day
All that is old has age
All that is unfit on this page
That hides inside grim dumpsters
Coated with artistic spray
If all you see is clutter
Then clutter is what you see
But you needn't more than stutter
To know that you may breathe
If you can't see underwater
You can't see the fish in the sea
So remind yourself of this my daughter
Even if you are a man not of me
Through the translucent fumes mon ami
In the streets of ambient Miami
Descriptive acts that flee
My silence comes to mind
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