The urge purging all else,
a building rendering you helpless but to gaze at it.
However the sky it draws your eye outward.
Upward into the clouds, back into the crowds downward
Its one bent rail, nail that sticks out from the rest,
or the girl who's hair unfurls and attracts you.
Areas you dream and believe to be real,
like the child hood memory you've been longing for.
That moment in time,
and the sign that someone is proud of you.
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