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Deluge
Deluge
Hot pavement drowns our winter songs until
The leaves fall and the thunder blesses
Our car-weary bodies
Hot pavement screams under our jack-hammer days
Under our bleeding feet under the stars
There is no cooling
Hot scorched pavement sears our lungs steals
The air from our boiling blood
Rapes the joy from our music
Hot scorched pavement curses and cracks
Unyielding scouring steaming surface
From deluge the dancer screaming
Hot pavement
Are our days
And our nights
I'm swimming under our moon
The skies are fallen
The air cries!
Hot pavement whispers fortunes to us
In the shade when we close our fevered brows
In the deluge falling from heavens
