chasing
raze
he's
told
me
i
remember
more
of
his
life
than
he
does
,
but
this
is
a
memory
that's
his
when
it
should
be
mine
:
a
girl
i've
just
met
is
chasing
me
through
central
park
.
she
has
long
brown
hair
and
a
feral
smile
.
she
wants
to
kiss
me
.
i
don't
know
why
.
i
don't
even
know
what
a
kiss
is
.
i
work
to
keep
a
safe
distance
between
us
.
my
father
leans
on
all
of
his
great
strength
to
save
the
day
when
her
foot
gets
caught
beneath
a
fallen
tree
branch
. "
it's
not
a
good
idea
to
chase
someone
who
doesn't
know
you
,"
he
tells
her
,
and
her
face
changes
.
to
think
there
was
a
time
i
didn't
want
another
person's
lips
on
mine
.
and
now
i
want
to
run
again
.
so
far
and
fast
that
no
one
will
ever
catch
me
.
i
won't
stop
until
all
the
breath
has
left
my
body
and
these
pistons
i
call
bones
are
dust
.
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