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the sand is coarse and warm there

its vast and bronze and bare

but we fill it with emotions

plaster up our tears and smiles and kisses

we leave our dirty jackets on the asphalt

such typical children

screaming our love throughout the fall



the metal cool with whispered memories

I hear the radiator hum

take the wall and make it a canvas of debris

splattered and shattered with our gum;

so clean, so dramatically dirty

so unstrained with unfound hate and easy love



oh the ramps of my childhood

oh my hand upon the cold rail

lead me from the bad, preserve in me the good

keep calm the waters I am soon to sail



I'll keep that sun inside me

shining its youth into the dark;

I'll take a break from running

travel back into my heart



'Cause the sand is vast and warm there

but the greatest triviality

is that no one really cares.