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Chicago will leave one burnt out. 

Its lack of love leave one wanting.

Producing always running youth trying to skip that phase of innocence. 

It and us, simultaneously creating one another.

Creating us by streets, by avenues, by boulevards.

Creating it by our lives as our lives are lived. 

So running youth bring to fruition 

What past livers of lives have tended,

And made so unapologetically beautiful. 

For Chicago night's promise of life is outside that window,

The life is there. 

In the alleys and hands of our friends who never sleep.

Life is in that car at midnight,

And daylight is daunting.

What we would all give for one Alaskan night.