lead me across the sidewalk to these places you think you know
forget how my hand feels in yours
forget the song our footsteps write
forget the new smell of the wind between us
we're on our way to streets
named after different kinds of hurt
show them to me
look up at the signs and let the tears fall from your chin
scream at them
shake them and punch them
all that's left is your bloody fist
let's go back to the other side of the walk
better yet
let's stay here
and smell the wind between us
write songs with our feet
until your hand heals
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