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Eleven floors up.
It smells like a urinal.
Eleven floors up.
Shattered dreams & Shattered glass.
Eleven floors up.
Worn to the core.
Eleven floors up.
Pain in every breath.
But there is an end,
When the cigarette burns out.
The ambulance screeched as the sun rose.
He had to be scraped away.
A torn man in a broken body.
His dreams spilled out.< br/>Eleven floors up.
Here it's just dirty black.
Eleven floors up.
Pale houses & dusty asphalt.
Eleven floors up.
How the hell did he end up here?
Eleven stories up.
There are shadows everywhere.
But there is an end,
When the cigarette burned out.
The ambulance screeched as the sun rose.
He had to be scraped away.
A torn man in a broken body.
His Tears poured out.
Two meters down.
The priest & a welfare aunt.
Two meters down.
Standard speech & a hymn.
Two meters down.
A flame forever extinguished.
Two meters down.
The demons are silent but the skull is cracked.
A tiring life & everything he thought...
His heart & everything he knew...
The ambulance screeched as the sun rose.
He had to be scraped away .
A torn man in a broken body.
His dreams spilled out.

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