This Man
The tears roll down from his eyes
and are blown away in whispers
By the wind
This Man
I do not know him
He cries in an agony
I cannot see
He is alone beside me
His cries are no louder
no stronger than his pride
He lies......still
This man by my side
He denies his own life
His suffering
His Human Crimes
he curls up
as If
in the womb that he came
Wondering if when he leaves here
He must come Back again
And so
and in Vain
The tears roll down from his eyes
and stain
Left alone by the careless world and whim
This Man
I do Not know Him.
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I like to feel like I can just up and move. And I'm sure that's because I've been doing so for the majority of my life. I've learned to love it. I Love people. I Love affecting them. I Love to be Bald. I am a Singer and a Model.. and maybe... I'll try acting in a bit. I also... am an artist.. beyond logic.
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