New York Soul.











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Autoplay OFF   •   a year ago
Different take on Sport for all you Gatsby fans ;) You know what I mean

New York Soul.

Opulent land of, Noise and colour, Ordered in lines, Paved in gold. Buildings in endless, Rise and fall. Land but not,

My land - here, I stand alone. Diaspora made flesh, With false memories, Passed in family, A hereditary disease, The terrible fear,

The cruel discovery, Of poor beginnings, Clings to my, Linen suit and, New York soul. But hey, ain't That just life,

Old Sport. G.

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