I wonder if the towers of air
(The skyscrapers and high-rises)
Imagined by a hopeful youth
Dimly lit
Mysterious
Held the promises they claimed
Or was that steel construction
I gravitated to
Some kind of pitcher plant
It took me so long to realise
That the sweetness that I fell into
Was burning me the same
A forest of pitcher plants
You know what that means
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