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Looks like water, but it's heat. Sits on sand, lays on concrete. A play on the eyes, but it's all lies.
Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
I climb higher when hot, But beware my rage, I’ll kill with a breath, If I can escape my cage
What kind of running means walking?
Often cooked as fillet, this meat comes from an animal that swims underwater.