12 pints of blood

as if sealed away in a locket
not willing to remove it from the pocket
set on fire, ready to sail the rocket
range hindered as it’s not in socket
heart beating to the melody of a hocket
two of Seuss and a wocket
as comfortable as a frocket
whatever repairs needed use some caulk-it
taken as prescribed and filed as a docket
wrapping around the beauty of a crocket
pulling with chain, you spinning on a sprocket
falling in love, maybe you shouldn’t knock it

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