i'm unsure of the line breaks...
the mad ones:
we cling to unfamiliarity.
we are scared of comfort-
of hugs, approval, nodding winks.
we packed it all up the night
we turned ten
and waved goodbye to fate.
you and me, we created out tracks.
we laid our seeds.
they called us.
we didn't hear, no.
we were too lost in our past.
they warned us,
but we were mad with circles.
we crossed the dotted lines
and slept unevenly.
me and you, we clamored
like those tin cans
our grandfathers tempted us with.
we sped past them
until they forgot
where i ended and you began.
i believe we passed with the dinosaurs.
either way, we clung.
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