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We were secrets and we were gods
We were rolling hills and fast cars
We were the kings and the queens
Each evening spent walking under the midnight blue sky
The pale glow of streetlamps and the distant neon of late night store signs
The rattle of shopping carts and stomach-hurting laughter in sharp contrast to the silence and the crickets
We were invincible
Just kids chasing dreams and ghosts and histories
In our tshirts and polos and faded sweaters and leather jackets and torn up leggings
What a crowd of misfits we were
Careless and wild and longing for more
We were unimaginable
We were infinite
We were free.
— “We were the reckless youth.”
(m.b, a poem for the kids of Henrietta)
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