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The building is coming together. Some floors are already Glass wall offices and water Cooler rooms. For one year, this concrete Mansion has been my Workplace. I have scars from edges now Invisible to the suits and secretaries Of tomorrow. Somewhere underneath this Wooden flooring, My blood drops still remain. I stand on the glass roof, Watching my friends in hi-vis Eight floors beneath me. This was sky once. This was nothing. This held seagulls and city crows Fighting over bread like the Two remaining pieces of a chess Game. Overhead, morning clouds Withdraw to let a rising sun Lay its red on Oslo, And other buildings I built. Housing Other drops of my Blood.
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
Seagulls and City Crows
The building is coming together. Some floors are already Glass wall offices and water Cooler rooms. For one year, this concrete Mansion has been my Workplace. I have scars from edges now Invisible to the suits and secretaries Of tomorrow. Somewhere underneath this Wooden flooring, My blood drops still remain. I stand on the glass roof, Watching my friends in hi-vis Eight floors beneath me. This was sky once. This was nothing. This held seagulls and city crows Fighting over bread like the Two remaining pieces of a chess Game. Overhead, morning clouds Withdraw to let a rising sun Lay its red on Oslo, And other buildings I built. Housing Other drops of my Blood.
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
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