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New York 2024
As the ball drops there are no expectations.
Your lips are looking lonely.
Placed right there among the crowd.
Even with many people around.
Vision stays focused on your needing embrace.
This isn’t an imagined romantic place.
Hearing you is hard.
With everyone so loud.
Can we disappear and separate from the crowd?
This place remains the same.
This isn’t your real urge.
No need to spell it out.
Act accordingly.
Learning life is impermanence.
Thinking about this moment right now.
Not just the new year.
Reality can be cold.
Come here so we can create a warm embrace.
Attraction is not a choice.
Follow the path of my calm quiet voice.
Be patient.
The key is not here.
2024 will offer more.
Your lips are looking lonely.
Placed right there among the crowd.
Even with many people around.
Vision stays focused on your needing embrace.
This isn’t an imagined romantic place.
Hearing you is hard.
With everyone so loud.
Can we disappear and separate from the crowd?
This place remains the same.
This isn’t your real urge.
No need to spell it out.
Act accordingly.
Learning life is impermanence.
Thinking about this moment right now.
Not just the new year.
Reality can be cold.
Come here so we can create a warm embrace.
Attraction is not a choice.
Follow the path of my calm quiet voice.
Be patient.
The key is not here.
2024 will offer more.
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