A good construction man

It all hurts when your feet tread so lightly upon the ground but the floor always ends up concaving into itself.

You land on the next floor abruptly with broken everything

But now you seek to get back up again even when the feat seems so tiring and distanced.

Your friend was practically sent by the one above, as if she was designed for you.

You've always kind of questioned whether the tile from the second floor will abash the heart and lead to no further more lightly treads of the third floor.

But when she builds your floors back up again like a good construction man you hope on a little more and the

"the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -"

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