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i know your streets, sweet city,
i know the demons and angels that flock
and roost in your boughs like birds.
i know you, river, as if you flowed through my heart.
i am your warrior daughter.
there are letters made of your body
as a fountain is made of water.
there are languages
of which you are the blueprint
and as we speak them
the city rises.
~elka cloke