New York You, last love, must rest your head here between me & the red lights clanging high on the horizon lest we do the unthinkable & crash into all that lavender jazz swarming behind the world. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related