i was in new york city last night.
manhattan said to tell you hi;
is she unaware,
of our unspoken goodbye?
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un • ravel | poetry
Poetryhe was made of a solar substance so splendid and sumptuous that ethereal stars envied his everlasting existence
she doesn't know, does she?
i was in new york city last night.
manhattan said to tell you hi;
is she unaware,
of our unspoken goodbye?
