Mezzanines To Nowhere

Poem By Mark Anderson

Pre-cast at an angle, curtain wall in the middle,
My imbeds don't match, I have attachments to fiddle.
Gaps running wild amongst the Architect's imagination.
Life will suffer if I don't get off this South Elevation!

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