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someday the building will grow and the flowers will bloom from all the windows exactly like they were born there, instead of under tired feet trudging miles on flower-growers every day. I am cursed to want everything, the bricks the flowers the wings the earth and the damn kitchen sink. someday is not here, and I will not stomp around in virulent wait, that price I have already paid.

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