Holding Hands In The Moonshine
How is your loneliness?
Is your solitude your fortitude?
Still doing the sentence and penance,
For your crimes of being rude?
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How could you ever know?
And so now you know too well.
Like balls your thoughts bounce off the walls,
And there’s no-one left to tell.
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In a world too full of people,
How can you be so all alone?
Here, the moonshine is clear,
And truth is etched in stone.
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Place the brain in a pickle jar,
Store it on the highest shelf.
Affix your stare into the mirror,
Until you can see yourself.
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~Micky Dee~
…09-11-13…
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