These tears
Will have to wait
This pain
Will have to hold
On the line
Listen
To the elevator music
My number
Is coming up
And in the pause
Much ado
About what
Is in my head
Take a short
Take a long
Trip through
My stories
Much more floors
Than can be seen
From the street
As you sit on the curb
Judgement in your pocket
Like loose change
You won't give to a beggar
But I'm going up
My number is coming up
I won't look down
I'll welcome you
But your pride will refuse
So alone I suffer
Empty hands
Full heart
Here's my exit...
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