Run Down
Indebted to the dawn
They run down alleyways
Sharp, glinting
The cold snatches
Is always snatching at their hearts
But they pay no mind
They of smoke and rapid breathing
A barking, out of breath laughter
The sound of bravery
Envy that sound
It means they don’t care
It means nothing matters
Except street and sky
When you can make that sound
You will be safe forever
No longer hunted
Or bruised by leaving
Immunity by frozen city block winter
And grinning in the dark
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