thin line we draw
from death to life
we presume so
much between this

"a broken man"
so you see him
in the shadows
we don't cry for

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to david jones, brian wilson

tell me )your life
in your eyes yet
reflect me/you
somehow( will you

bleed through )this fog
is pain broken
yet is somehow
clear and( wisdom

the war torn dead touch
you still look into their eyes
in quiet

your sacrifice sweet
blood splashed on your face from the
war torn dead

in this the quiet
still we can't really know your
sacrifice