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Reckless living brought to you in the form of writing.

we were standing in the middle of the road

dont you

remember?

waiting for anything 

to take us

away

a car

a bus

illness

a needle

decay

we wanted so badly to be bitten by the cold

so we left our jackets on the hooks at home

despite what our mothers told us 

we never looked 

to see what would greet us

down the 

road

Author's Note

unsure about the breaks