In the ocean above us, we swim but never get wet
Am I getting warmer or just forgetting the cold?
Posted up by The Alchemy, on the bench behind this tree
This corner resembles that City of Roses
That flower I want to smell forever
And as a bus blocks the sun
A hunger strikes my belly
What I wouldn't give for a bite
Of the most delicious fruit
Just of a bite of the Big Apple
Because I would rather be full now
And smell the roses later
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