29 inches high

Do not forsake my skin there

And fail to suffer my intellect here

Share with me the musings of men’s minds

The notions that so keenly captivate their thoughts 

Yet never escape their lips 

Except to hide behind polite banter, as if I cannot sense 

Something’s just not-quite-right

If idealists and purists we be, I count on you

Set the truth free

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