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new yorkers
Contributed by
Hannah_Heaven
on
Monday, 26th July 2004 @ 03:56:03 PM in AEST
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grey clouds
float
high,above the black buildings
the people below scatter,as the rain clouds fill
and the tears flow
the thunder nymphs dance
and the skys alight
the grey people
look so small
the sky scrapers
dont even come close to the sky
they pierce it
but do not rip the edges of time
the roads
you can hear
the horns of the drivers
beeping into the distance
the petrol fumes
are enough to make your head spin
a place so large
you could get lost in your own neighbourhood
the alleys at night look dark and dangerous
the gangs scatter as the police roll through town
this place so badly known
so cursed
so loved
across the ocean
landed us
who are we
new yorkers
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Hannah_Heaven
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2004-07-26 15:56:03]
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Re: new yorkers
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by pvd on
Monday, 26th July 2004 @ 10:16:33 PM AEST
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You will never know New York unles you've been here. Yes, we are cursed and loved. But to really know you have to jump the pond.
Interesting piece.
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Re: new yorkers
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by sheri on
Monday, 6th September 2004 @ 11:29:24 PM AEST
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| hooray for new yorkers. Brings up nostaglic feelings: ) Nice write |
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