Words take an elevator from up in our head
down to our mouth and become things we’ve said.
Sometimes words get off at the wrong floor
and we’re left speechless wishing we’ve said more.
A girl can’t be afraid of getting on elevators with me
because upstairs words don’t get lost. And there’s music and tea.
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Elevator Gothic
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