Edifice
My body is an office block?
There are streets between my toes?
My heart just another floor,
?I couldn't help but notice ?
I'm wearing antenna thorns.
?
My insides have closing doors.?
There are carpets floor to floor?
My windows are my eyes ?
Can I see through a hundred eyes??
My lungs are air-conditioned, so my breath is always cold.
?
They build you up?
Just to tear you down ?
And to shake the earth beneath you
This building is merely an edifice ?
To be made and unmade in time.
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