Nonchalant Elegant
Ghost of the streets
Maverick rebel of the night
Outcast of cast-offs
I will stare you down
Before I move on
On my own terms
I will access your excess
And gorge before dawn
Red in tooth and claw
An apparition
You can't touch me
Gone
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Perfect nomads, illusive shadow, born survivor.