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If only the tallest structure,

bored with all its glory,

was inside the four walls of 

where I stand now 

Perhaps then, 

Your gaze 

wouldn’t feel like 

an early 

morning fog

If emptiness had 

a color of its own,

It would be just that- 

a thousand nickels 

lacking shine 

And if loneliness had a

name,

I wouldn’t say yours so

many defeated times 

I would only stand upon 

the tallest building 

inside the smallest room 

maybe,

without shaking 

maybe, 

by some fleeting miracle,

you 

would look

up.