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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: New York City: 44 of 96

Beauty of those mean streets of grace and density in the walls That hold such history Such humble beginnings I walk along those streets become someone else for awhile Imagine where they are going where I am going Alone in New York. Alive in New York. Where I rest my head Where I am poor In this city of rich Where dreams can be crushed And light fades from eyes As hope and wonder and resentment resides I am in New York I am going nowhere but I am everywhere As I struggle to find my place In a place of millions With a purpose I am rushing As everyone around me rushes I take a step back I wat...
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