📍Queen Victoria Building, Sydney

I used to belong to the upper class, walked the halls of ivy lines.

I used to wonder why the colors stained the floor, yet it never stayed behind.

I hear them whisper through the corridors but never when i’m there.

Could it be because i was the secret they can never share?

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