i have walked a path
walked before
footsteps in mud
dried to the bone
feed me processed cheese
dine with me on my
scraped, scratched knees
beware the plastic superhero
runs
he runs
she runs.
Reason for writing:
College was about to begin. Can one find freedom in a school text book?
Birth sign: Not entered
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