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Your vest and socks now cling to you
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like a second skin.
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The bruises on your face the only story
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you cannot manipulate.
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Your mouth is a graveyard,
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yellow tombstones tumbling over each other.
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You the once loquacious philosopher, street guru
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no longer speak for silence is refuge and
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less prone to self embarrassment.
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If you could be embarrassed.
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Regiments of beer cans now protect you.
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Their loyalty cannot be questioned unlike those you have
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swallowed before.
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Where did it all go wrong?  I never hear you say.
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When was the move from the optimism of change
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to the burdens of inertia, settling losses,
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limiting collateral damage to the innocent.
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But I must give you some credit father,
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of all your failed convictions only one appears still true for you
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suicide is selfish.
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23 Feb 17

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'second skin' kind of weakens the impact of your voice, it's a formula phrase people say when they don't want to think. and, an expansion of the image would make it your own thoughtful phrase...

like,

like a second skin,
blister on sunburn;
the bruises on your face
a cover.
 — cadmium

gd
 — unknown

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