Blink No 3
Jensen plays to the skinless drum
Ten chocolate soldiers melt down
by the campside
Platitudes of the night
crimson altar affairs preside
I have forgotten your face
wish i was a pram
under full moon
grateful to be the new born
like a newly hatched larvae
An urbane man chased by
bedraggled beagles
Forget the rest
cruelty at its own behest
treads to grey
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