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This was once a construction site. Unpainted concrete walls, skeleton of A building exposed. Now most floors are inhabited; Offices in use as if they'd always Been this clean and complete. Some sections are still unfinished, and The few of us still working here are Alien shadows in filthy workwear, Ghosts from the slow birth of a Fraction of the Oslo cityscape. Rugged midwives Not fitting in with the suits and Dresses we sometimes pass in the Corridors. So strange, the scent of perfume and Female products. No more diesel and Dust here these days. My colleague flips his cigarette **** on The pavement outside the entrance, Stealing a gaze at a passing skirt. *I love the sound of High heels in the Morning.*
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC
Diesel and Dust (This was Once a Construction Site)
This was once a construction site. Unpainted concrete walls, skeleton of A building exposed. Now most floors are inhabited; Offices in use as if they'd always Been this clean and complete. Some sections are still unfinished, and The few of us still working here are Alien shadows in filthy workwear, Ghosts from the slow birth of a Fraction of the Oslo cityscape. Rugged midwives Not fitting in with the suits and Dresses we sometimes pass in the Corridors. So strange, the scent of perfume and Female products. No more diesel and Dust here these days. My colleague flips his cigarette **** on The pavement outside the entrance, Stealing a gaze at a passing skirt. *I love the sound of High heels in the Morning.*
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC
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