S
Dear New York,
I'm hungry for the grit. The dirt.
The darkness in all this light.
And so, I've come to you for a spark of your burning magic.
Invade me and leave me with nothing.
I'll let you in, to steal my blood and wash over me.
I'll give in to you.
Just lay me down and give me everything you've got.
You know what I need.
You know what I need.
Fire me up.
Spit me out.
Spit me out.
Take all that's left of me.
MoJo.
MoJo.
S
