Displayed in plentiful luminous lights
bordering the entire night sky
was your name highlighted
like brights.
Glistening,
each bulb aids in blinding me.
But it's ok, there's nothing here I wish to see.
I hear enough sheep screaming your name as I speak.
"She must be something special now
the echo's only grow more loud,"
as I am ingested by this truculent crowd.
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Submission Name: a movie (never made)
