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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