I've swayed interest
I can suspend in air
I furl investments
No crazy checks
It's not out of the question
How angry we can be
When you're disturbed you will
Mold me into what I have
Mildew maws
Into a sleeping beauty
Plastic poison
Fragranced heat
I still recall that
I left my structure
But still we're scorching
Lungs will never clog us up
Like it was in incubators
Now filthy floors and two-faced tiles
Mold me into what I have
Mildew maws
Into a sleeping beauty
Plastic poison
Glower everytime
Stuffed more than the other
Surviving age for beaming slits
To cull an itch inside
Itching down deep
In the confines of inspection
Make sure not to glare
Make sure not to gasp
Mold me into what I have
Mildew maws
Into a sleeping beauty
Plastic poison
Mold sets foot in our nostrils
Subtle mildew
Now I'll be sleeping soon
Passive plastic
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New Buildings Stand With the Old Ones
PoetryA changing body can catch up with the growing skyscrapers above.
