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Cracking open a bottle of sun block
My nose tickles at the sunny summery scent
Mom would smear it on my playful squirming body
Every scorching weekend my cousins would run over
She sits on a train, trapped, without power,
Reaching speeds of one hundred miles an hour.
Her future a dream, destination untold,
All she knows is she’s stuck, there, on that road.
