Rain in vein

a three-wheeled car

the metaphor of today

a triple stitched scar

the symbol of my age

if four becomes three

you can add one

but I can't agree

that math hurts none

I fight our fight
hand me the sword
rowing against might

take you outboard

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and when bad comes

and never goes

what you have done

think, what's that you chose

it's like believing

to die in a dream

you are still breathing

you are the beam