Senseless

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    Senseless

     

    What is freedom, but an escape from a distant land?

    Hanging to the loving memory of your touch

    Holding your delicate hand

    Grasping for the words blown by the insolent wind

    Needing your every second of time

    Expecting to be the one you need

    Feeling as the revolving doors close in

    Staying beautiful and thin

    Is a hard act to follow

    Pink and blue pills to swallow

    Finding strength to hold on to a rope

    Washing my face with glycerin soap

    No, I won’t ask for your provisional dope

    Nor will I beg forgiveness.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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