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| From the rooftop, September. by Nirk Firkle 01/10/2003, 2:04am PST | ||||
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| This city is cupped by hills
If I took the hill and crushed it what would fly off in waves of my might Would it be enough to bring you to me? Or - everywhere I see bridges Bounding between hilltops and Off into distances Exploding from my chest and fingertips all leading to you in vitality Do they smash people & tear through buildings? Is my love like that? |
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From the rooftop, September. by 01/10/2003, 2:04am PST  |
