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We ran red lights, and danced in the streets at night drunk off the sound of music in our minds. We rallied behind our dreams and explored our fears near the farthest outer reaches where they hide. We roamed free, and when in Rome we roared and not like Romans but rebels against the tide. We were absent from our bodies, present in the moment, exhausted every pleasure, and only slept when we died. -Alexander Nimos
