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grew up
My first love, Anna Maria, the tall palm trees fall.
On the outside the maroon bark
Crease and dot the grey roads
Pedaling across the emerald shimmer of the sand
The ardor of sunlight caresses the body.
How beautiful the broken planks
Now used up and harbor the summer walkers.
The hallucination of harmony is painted
with million-dollar homes and exorbitant sunscreen.
A man who has forgotten
The smell of gleaming seawater,
The light push of the waves,
The burn of the brick reaming his sole.
