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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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