City of dreams

June 28, 2010
Ah new york
the noise, the smells
theres nothing you cant accomplish
the dreams come by, few by few
i feel like floating in an everlasting place
but this poem is short, since im in haste
i love its feeling and soul breaker art
uts love is hanging on a three pronged fork
the city of dreams, welcome to new york





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