heavy breathing upstairs
slow feet moving upwards
ten stories of enclose space
unending spiral deep vortex
air is warmer for afternoon
pulls some of legs strength
reaching top i seek for air
i stand beneath vent opening
my lungs gasp needed relief
i close my eyes, hold my head
a good exercise i must admit
people who work here, cake
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