invites the senses as best as it should
for a man dangling on the life's precipice
and every situation is met by resigned sighs
the stale stench of intimacy
awakens moments that were once rosy
and the picture of it looms
despicably hallowed - a dictator's portrait in a room
because everything has been said and done
there is nothing more except be a man
journey across various life's spectra
stripped of any mystery or aura
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