the shy sun laps against My naked arm

waking Me loudly from the sound of surf

I leave the beach with such a want of which

will never hear, nor fear, a sandy “no”

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fingers trapped in a locked up tight car door

why not set off that useful alarm now

try to stay still while rogue keys splash amongst

rough rocks and sirens wail to pull them free

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associations, We have plenty on

our plates, but much more room in empty heads

for rent, We expect it be paid right on time

rhyme, to sooth hot searing pain with light warmth*

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broken (PAIN) they have to be (PAIN) broken

sticks and stones and skin and bones, even laws

but those don’t matter, Physics won this one

there is very much blood, warm and sticky

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still trickling across My bare forearm

the light sunlight is still icily clear

My wet sleeve, still soaked in slight summer sky

marvelous, yet nerveless, on My fingers

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*this is not the definition of rhyme