Marilyn - Poem by jack peachum
How terrible to be a thing!
A creature naked with a human face
- soulless as a cloud-
set apart or kept in darkness,
the true outsider shunned and loved.
I am forever the stranger gazing from the lawn,
the solitary child peering in the window.
One for whom the night is made and not the dawn.
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