Into


We ran not caring, down dirt roads long.
Leaving ice tea and friends behind.
Running, gone, gone, gone.
But clear starry nights don't mind.

We ran in the breeze and in the rain.
Till our dresses were worn.
Where our foes were lain.
And the world mourns.

We ran to the last rodeo.
With dirty bare feet tired.
Yet, we still go.
To the life, we inspired.

We ran with new tattoos.
Our crushes alongside us.
Hair flying loose.
Sunflowers dancing with mistrust.

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