It just slipped in
And let loose
Youths conviction,
The commander
With his life kept close
And his lifelong
Death companion closer.
I'm seasick
Of people and
All of their ends
While a quarter spins
On a boys lunch table
On and ever on,
Tragic dancing
To a swollen song.
But it's all been
Gentle bombs,
Satin shells
And a whisper wet knife
Parallel with my eyes.
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