Youth

Youth

Nothing could replace
That bedroom floor
Nothing could replace
What the fight was for

Fall lounge scents
Dark terrors
Which the night
Is full of

Smells of blankets
Clean and smothering
That peaceful pressure
Dull and withering

Away
Gone, gone
Away
And gone

Not knowing
That not all
That is valuable
Is silver and gold

Only caring
For those vices
That we now deem
Valorious and old

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