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New York, You Drive Me Crazy

She loves the beat,

bass so heavy

it hurts.

She loves the heat,

ecstasy,

short skirt.

In the middle

of these times,

I'm square.

I'd like to be

with New York City,

if she'd ever take

a bore like me.

But

in the middle

of her times,

I'm square.

I'd like

to hear her

digitally

repeating,

with her

lips pressed

against my ear,

soft whispers,

heavy breathing,

*they can't stop me.

No,

they can't stop me

from dreaming.*

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Published: Feb 21, 2012
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