i can picture us being together in a shanty apartment
filled with satisfaction, love, god, and
tomoato soup i can see us laying on the hand-me-down couch
an old grape jelly stain
you, with a guitar on your lap and me with a smile, us
singing lightly, hill tunes to a red brick wall
the skyscrapers are our hilltops for a time and
we have so little.
i am happy here.
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