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you are my new york. i long to rest within your skyscraper heart but the stairs are too difficult to climb. yearning and distant and nonetheless unattainable. an enigma, a dream, a space within my concrete chest flooded with sparkling sewer water. you are too much, and i am too little. you veins pulse with light but i don't know how much longer i can pay the electric bill. i can't get close without changing. i cannot float down the river swim through your chest and end up sitting on the sidewalk. i try and i look up but at the top of your skyscraper heart, i am in a cloud and i cannot see the ground nor feel the pulse of headlights and movement. we are unrealistic. my arms outstretched but in vain i cannot be what you need. millions live within you, and i am one.
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Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
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you are my new york. i long to rest within your skyscraper heart but the stairs are too difficult to climb. yearning and distant and nonetheless unattainable. an enigma, a dream, a space within my concrete chest flooded with sparkling sewer water. you are too much, and i am too little. you veins pulse with light but i don't know how much longer i can pay the electric bill. i can't get close without changing. i cannot float down the river swim through your chest and end up sitting on the sidewalk. i try and i look up but at the top of your skyscraper heart, i am in a cloud and i cannot see the ground nor feel the pulse of headlights and movement. we are unrealistic. my arms outstretched but in vain i cannot be what you need. millions live within you, and i am one.
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Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
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