Concrete Poem:

Your lips are like 

wine and I want to 

get drunk. To be young 

and in love in New York City. 

Taste me, drink my soul show me 

all the things I shouldn't know.

To not know who I am but 

still know that I'm good 

as long as you're

 here with

 me

The

 nig

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 I ca

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 rem

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mb

er

 with the man I will never forget.

Love is everything that exists. Be 

drunk and in love.To be drunk and 

in love in New York City.