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Crashing engines fire the production of perfect fake roses.

Entwined with beautiful hatred sold to a dog on a grungy side-street.

Mechanised love touches industrialized hope kisses modernized fear.

The sweltering heat of progress strokes the gentle fingertips of madness laughs at the breezing wind of nothingness.

New York new.

Burning subways fuel the creation of small tall highrises.

Engulfed in silent sanctity, scenes stretch mirrors on a dusty side-street.

Concretised dream brushes stylized hair gushes individualised mind.

The sweltering heat of progress strokes the gentle fingertips of madness laughs at the breezing wind of nothingness.

New York knew.

Humid elevators raise the dreams of the bubblegum revolution.

Swirling in the exhaust fumes of freedom’s breathing.

Sterilised truth flushes hybridized youth quenches aestheticised view.

The sweltering heat of progress strokes the gentle fingertips of madness laughs at the breezing wind of nothingness.

New York. Who?

Yellow plastic bag catches the gust of a subway grate and dances in the air like a dainty ballerina.

We dance to her rhythm.

New Your(k). You.