You are poem

You are a kind giant
roaming the streets of new York

You are a rusty bike
Edging to move just a few metres

You are a planed alien abduction
waiting to happen in the darkness of night

You are an officer
in the day light edging to get a robber of the road.

You are the darkness of midnight
yet the brightness of the stars like a blanket over the galaxy

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