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It Will Always Be New York Or Nowhere.
( PAGE II ) Dear New York.
dear new york, where
the hum of taxis veils
the longing confessions,
ink-stained letters on a solitary
folio of subway rides,
kept upon a coffee-stained
counter in a dim café corner.
the hum of taxis veils
the longing confessions,
ink-stained letters on a solitary
folio of subway rides,
kept upon a coffee-stained
counter in a dim café corner.
Telegram
unspoken grace.
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BILLBOARDS FLASH! / footsteps echo on wet pavement; dreams stitched into neon haze. 💿
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I write in half-light, pages stained with lipstick marks and subway tickets. Every letter carries a fragment of you—subway maps folded into poetry, strangers’ faces dissolving into Polaroids I’ll never keep.
Dear New York. 🗽♥️
You are the silence after the music ends, the coffee cup left cooling on the café table, the city that never sleeps yet always dreams.
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unspoken grace.
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THE STREETS WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BRAND NEW.
BIG LIGHTS WILL INSPIRE YOU. HEAR IT FOR NEW YORK. 🗽
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