Nov 2013
I remember sitting there
with your hand
resting upon my leg and
the warmth beneath it
was enough
to heat the whole city
And I thought to myself
this is it, this is it, this is it
**that was it
with your hand
resting upon my leg and
the warmth beneath it
was enough
to heat the whole city
And I thought to myself
this is it, this is it, this is it
**that was it
(Seattle)
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