we ran down the street-lamp lit streets in the pouring rain.
leaving our cares behind,
sometimes fear would try to catch us but we were going to fast in the right direction.
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Poetrypoetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry
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we ran down the street-lamp lit streets in the pouring rain.
leaving our cares behind,
sometimes fear would try to catch us but we were going to fast in the right direction.
