.Falling from the top floor your lungs
Fill like parachutes
Windows go rushing by.
People inside,
Dressed for the funeral in black and white.
These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet,
Found in the cubicle;
Without a name, just numbers, on the resume stored in the main.
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