storied nightmares a 63rd floor intuition that the scares will continue to find the heart that seeks solitude; no, sleep. the heights floor the beating heart. no end in escalation; the elevator continues to go up; no, slow down, open, at 63. the lake surrounds the north facing windows. windows which flank, which do not hide the submissive heart. where are the birds; can it not transform? can the heart not become; no, be, something more? what awaits behind the door?

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