Words to suffice

It is here that we flourish, situated between the neither white, nor black; grey area.
A breath is traded with another, and she exhales, forgetting,and she inhales, learning, her fragile figure, puffs up like a pigeon to portray some facsimile of intimidation.
Coo coo.
His new york city and it’s glittering pavement have a pulse, a rhythm is going and the subways are amplifiers and the people electric, all eight million and beyond beat matching in perfect harmonic unison.


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