she wore hightops
and a tattered
old book bag.
and she liked
to tie
her red converse
to it's straps.
and walk
across
the fire escape.
the metal
beneath
her socked feet
was cool
and x-ed
and black.
she ran,
and she laughed
or she ran
and she cried
but she ran
and she ran
for it was all
she could do.
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 10:36 AM UTC
she wore hightops
and a tattered
old book bag.
and she liked
to tie
her red converse
to it's straps.
and walk
across
the fire escape.
the metal
beneath
her socked feet
was cool
and x-ed
and black.
she ran,
and she laughed
or she ran
and she cried
but she ran
and she ran
for it was all
she could do.
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