chasing anarchy at seventeen
lit cigarettes bit in chipped teeth
spawning 2am highways riding 95
been burning both ends since before we could drive
worn leather jackets but more worn out skin
the sun stopped kissing us now it sinks in
vagabond vixens hunting warm beer and hot boys
the quiet of home couldn’t muffle our noise
the darker the lipstick the louder our call
they wanted to catch us
we wanted to fall.
—  Mt

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