poetry

NYC

“dreams come true here”

in that moment, I believed it

streets lit with hope

walls adorned with the colors of ambition

it seemed the strange and beautiful was to be found on every corner

beneath illuminated bids for adoration

a tiny, dusty curio shop

within its windows

the delicate skeleton of a bat

cast in bronze

in all the Empire,

nothing could have been more beautiful

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