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We burned cropcircles with our feet. 

We paced the field until we felt right again. 

Comfort food for comforting our rotten teeth. 

Went to the same house, hopped the same fence

 because time never had a meaning. 

And we learned of places behind the same places. 

It was stupid to get caught in the mud, to break an 

axe against a tree, to hide the car.

What was freedom anyway?