Something of New York is something of New York is something of New York she's moving through the kitchen she's moving, knows the cups, knows her hands, knows the cups and the tearing torn clothes tearing torn tearing torn clothes and skin where clothes would be shouldn't and all the fumblings of something of New York is her waist and pulling her close is her waist is her pulling her close. And the tear of clothes and her hands and the waist of her pants and she breaths in and the waist of her pants and the tear of clothes is New York and she breaths in and the waist of her jeans and we're sliding down hard is New York.
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