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It's cauterized
stable,
within and without the arena.

Two young boys.
Mittens grab hands,
heads mount hats,
played with icicles until they cauterized.

They danced by the ocean
they slid down the dunes
and they sunk with jellies as they stung their wrists.
Grandma's hinges rusted though,
replaced by New York plastic.
The mechanic still oiled them every month...

Two young boys.
Swords grab gauntlets,
heads mount helmets,
still oiled every month
played with icicles until they cauterized.



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