Young stars varnish away
like the magic; abracadabra.
Movie fictions are
everyday occurrences.
The armless thief
robs our young of living.
School editorial boards
turn obituaries.
Death! What sweetness
is in young blood
that has eaten nothing?
You devour like
none is greater than thee.
I know thee shall be cautioned
yes must be cautioned.
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