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Dreams in a Foyer

            Imagines taking her out
            For a warm lunch in a cool garden,
            Gifting her Proton bread for Wednesday brunch,
            And asking what she actually does
            On the 3rd Floor.

            Is just making polite conversation
            With someone who seems to need it
            In a building full of cutthroats.
            For what is she if not a well taught daughter?