New York knows you.
Small stem,
to tepid titan,
coaxing the clouds,
from the sky,
and the stars to the sidewalk.
They gather,
gasping at your glow,
as you break free,
and breathe,
for the first time,
on your own terms.
Small smile,
small girl,
big dreams,
at the ball,
on the roof,
gazing at the gallant night,
that belongs to you.
Take the night.
Take the stars,
from the sidewalk,
decorate your darling face,
and walk,
walk,
walk,
to bloom,
in the blue of the morning light.
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