crooked rooftops, unlike the suburbs,
so counted and clean,
grainy mornings, mist from the trees
that surround us in green.
mist and distance cloud us from fear.
we can breathe in deep here.
crooked rooftops, perfect for climbing
while under the stars.
cracked pavement under lights, where in the city
there would have been cars.
we are so far away from what's holding us back.
we are so close to making up for what we lack.
you can be anyone you want, dear.
you can breathe in deep here.
mist and distance cloud us from fear.
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