Thinking Space Required

I love the open invitation
The still silent places,
Empty with promise.
Then the noise and bustle of the city
The taxi rides past
The rain,
falls
in
New York? Chicago?

I am a camera
A passenger
A silent watcher
And thief of souls.

Marry me.

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