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5d
Red lights wink
They’re calling- they want me to step-

Where’s the moon? The stars?
It’s so dark out. Where are you going?
Red lights, where are you going?

My pants are soaked. Its cold-
The yellow line under my hand.
Red lights, where did you go?

Where- it’s so bright.
Written by
s anne  18/F/midwest
(18/F/midwest)   
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     Don Baca, Rick, Emma, Ian and Liana
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