.City fast asleep.
Clouds up on the hill.
So quiet, so still.
Dreams of rain in sheets,
Dreams of ice and wings.
So delicate, these things.
Love, love, love is a word so small.
Let it fill up, up, up 'til I can't see at all.
I want to be blind, only my hands .
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