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New York City

Breathing

Heaving

Life into Me


Buildings

tall and painted

by beautiful stones


I feasted my eyes

on the glory of the city


I found my heart

in a bed between

A Marvelous Boy

and A Beatuiful Girl


I tasted life in the grit

of the sand that kept

the ocean from washing

away the throngs of faces

and bodies that live without shame


I found beauty

It seeped inside my pores


I learned what it means to be happy.

After all this time, I finally started to live.

Thank you New York City.

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