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I stand on the balcony Of an expensive hotel polished glass Made beds Champagne sitting eagerly on the table. I look out beyond the polished glass into the concrete jungle. I tell myself, Polished glass should never be mistaken to be non-existent For there is an absence of wind.
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Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 6:58 AM UTC
Wind
I stand on the balcony Of an expensive hotel polished glass Made beds Champagne sitting eagerly on the table. I look out beyond the polished glass into the concrete jungle. I tell myself, Polished glass should never be mistaken to be non-existent For there is an absence of wind.
Flowing air
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Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 6:58 AM UTC
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