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Soon
Soon, intuition informs me, Loneliness will believe it's subdued my spirit And look elsewhere, for its next victim, Not realizing I've grown wise to its dismal malaise, Refused to submit to its habitual constraints, any longer.
Ah, to be embraced by freedom's intimacy, stroked, Told, by it, that I'm loved, That my hands and silver-white hair are beautiful, That I'm a handsome, sensuous man With a kind spirit and a willingness to share it with others.
For too many years, I've endured a wintry desolation, Far too many disillusions, humiliations, too much pain. I'm desperately overdue to regain my humanity, Feel, again, the whole range of my senses, emotions. Soon, I hope to have subdued loneliness.
08/02/09 - (2)
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