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We are all renters here Living in borrowed space Here and there, far and near For the entire human race
Cracked, weathered, pig-skinned tools affectionately craft softest, supple, virgin-hands of suede. Desert: my mountains, sky scrapers: your zenith. Let innocence climb high,
The hatred residing within youIs testing my obligation to love you.What heart?That stone?That stone that cuts through the water, plunging to the bottom.It is caught in your toes.