Hold my hand,
Say the right lines.
Give me something,
Solid to believe in.
Scramble my brain,
Realign the stars.
Make me question
Heaven and hell.
Parade my intellect
Along with my form.
Chastise my tastes
In music and art.
I’ll sip discreetly from a
Chalice of champagne,
Inhale collitas rising
Through the refrain.
Loosen the bindings
My soul in a slow burn
Chafe my wrists
Until feeling returns.
Don’t be surprised
If I don’t reappear
Even if I do
I won’t be the same.
http://youtu.be/lrfhf1Gv4Tw
peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 
I travelled backward in time reading this. Why? Haven’t a clue notwithstanding I posed the question to no avail. That said, what a fine piece of writing…loved it
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Thank you. I’m glad it triggered something.
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Not sure why I liked this, but I did!
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I felt the same way about it! I’m not even sure where it came from in my head.
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