New York Poem in Never Say Never
- July 30, 2015, 6:45 a.m.
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New York was a 9.
It was a palate cleanser.
It was an important time.
It was piles of food and an ocean of wine.
It was hugs and laughs and choking back tears.
It was sex in a hotel.
Holding hands in the street.
And looking into the eyes of some very dear friends.
It was sweating on the subway platform.
Standing clear of the closing doors.
It was the Highline and Brooklyn.
The Hudson and more.
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Satine ⋅ July 30, 2015
:)
Jafael ⋅ July 30, 2015
Sounds like a great trip!
.bob ⋅ July 30, 2015
Big love from the Big Apple.
Ginger Snap ⋅ July 30, 2015
Good, good stuff!