With your head in your hand
and your torso covered
In 1920's couture
You admit that you are chronically lovestruck
in a world where that is not enough
Hitler wore dresses and lipstick
Mussolini never trusted himself to do what was right
Stalin sang in the shower.
Do you feel better about yourself yet?
Your life is in your hands
And who is going to take it, who is going to break it?
Note to self:
You are not as bad as you think you are.
I lost the skeleton key to your sanity
And I am sorry.
You never needed me, or anyone else.
Take your sabbatical
Take your pilgrimage
Run away to a safer place
Where you can be your own fan club.














Comments
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Time wounds all heals- John Lennon
How are you?
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You are not your job.
I'm okay. I'm alive. That's all I can update...
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Time wounds all heals- John Lennon
find me there, babe.
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You are not your job.
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Time wounds all heals- John Lennon
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we kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves.
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