Sky Tower

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I squint
Bringing a palm to the sky

And laugh
At the simplicity of it

I know it like the back of my hand
And that is exactly what it has become.

This edifice isn’t there
So it shouldn’t be here.

So squinting
I will cover it in darkness

And laughing
It will disappear


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Sometimes I like to believe…
That I’m in the capital.





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