Poet

Concrete, Metal

It spans two places.
When people walk by, they can only see it through the window.
Most of the time, however, it stays in the same place.
However, it knows almost everything.
People step on the staircases, wanting to ask things.
It doesn't seem to be in the mood to answer all their questions.
But, occasionally, it throws a piece of small note from the opening of the house, writing some words on it. You can't see clearly or even understand.
It buried its head back once again.



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