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past the library at 10:42


a call at eight for adventure
whispers of slightly irrational thoughts
watch the twilight lights twinkle
off excess water on my cheeks
heater hums though said heat does burn
laughter from skeptics cant kill the thrill
darkness surrounds when no cover is given
shoes and shirts and pants quickly away
running fast through wet grass
road disappears between buildings
over rough asphalt bare feet underneath
scraped and itching, lungs aching
this is what we like to do.