sunburn
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A shot fired across the decka weakened hull. A turning tide.Well, all our anchors hang on chainsand dangle off our changing minds.
You would never think of stars
Those tiny, inconsequential lights in the night sky
You would never believe our sun
Is exactly like those white lights
Its golden rays shining on your face
Let us go to the beach and have fun
We can play all day in the sun
Just be careful not to burn
Or bright red you will turn
A sunburn would hurt a ton
