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I can build skyscrapers with fleshy finger tips. Beam to beam I’m caught in the air floating around like a balloon. I dream for sleep and arms. . . And arms I’d like to explore for so much more. So I tie myself in one place. Only my head spins. One million miles per hour but who can wait that long? Falling stars and people from space try catching my eye but I’m too far gone…and this place seems too drab without the flowers which bloom your name.