In the moments that followed after the knife fight we hid in back street alleys.
And as a lost neon light lit the corner, where we, frightened, held each other, the thoughts of past friends laughing crossed my mind.
The games we played, the plans we made, the words we screamed to the kings and fiercely we attacked life.
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