She was sick of that address,
of order and manner,
she needed a place where she never felt safe.
She cut her hair,
she blackened her eyes,
everything told from now on was her brand new lie.
The roaming of the streets,
was all that she needed,
the warmth of the unknown lingered on her back.
The soft white and spines,
created a numbing stimulation,
she started running and has never wondered what she could have had.
Once in a while,
she hears them calling,
but they don't know each other, she can't go back.
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