Nuclear hospice

Anchored zest on my lip
Bordered yoke
Zeal, tumult
Victory under slapped doors
You ponder the silence
Between blinks
No doubt,
Primer was an ocean
Nested in my eye corner
As ground roared
Roused by the first shot
A fault?
A massacre?
Grated flakes float over
Illicit deaths of angels
Enamored, kinetic shadows
Of yours in a wily attempt
To kill the time left

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