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We were so young in our delirious
cages,
we accepted danger as rage against
aging.
Play a melody of uselessness,
a symphony of apathy.
A fragment of an antique song flashes into
consciousness:
"Barely legal in their lethal tavern,
cavemen in their licensed cavern."
The memory evokes cinematesque
sadness.
The whiteness blinds us
as sunlight tricks morning
brightness to bleach bleak mourning.
Light so vivid to wake day dawning,
sunrise was a long time coming.
We were young, we were eternal.
That for us, was cause enough.
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