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I’ll take your thigh road,
so rugged, overgrown,

that you and I can build upon each other
here, in our bed,

The day is overcast.
Our boat drenched with dew.

We shove off
and glide with the current,

A city, full up to the brim with light,
stood on a hill. It overlooked a valley
of shadow, death, and longing. Then, one day,
the raging radiance began to spill