I love you, New York

I’ve come back from the city like a wild animal. Hungry still, but only for the taste of it, not because I need it filling my body. It’s become obvious to me what I need to survive and I need very little.
The city is a substance. I abuse it. And like a newly washed animal, I want to roll in the dirt, never be clean again. Never be in the sun or warm. Never be normal. Never be looked upon unless by your eyes. Except you have always left me. Our love interrupts my reality.
This has all been a dream. Wanting you so badly, I kiss every open mouth I see.

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