The silver In my hair \ Is not as green \ As my eyes The first night \ You beheld me.
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The
silver
In
my
hair
Is
not
as
green
As
my
eyes
The
first
night
You
beheld
me.
I
can
And
I
cannot
Live
there.
This
tongue
In
my
mouth
Is
sweeter
Than
the
words
I
sang
at
twenty.
I
am
And
I
am
not
Yours.
The
lines
On
my
brow
Are
not
so
deep
As
the
well
of
pain
I
drank
from
All
the
years
Before
you.
We are all skin deep… / Beautiully made Unique and / complex Individuals / Who come together / In many ways.
Read More Author's WebsiteWe are all skin deep…
Beautiully made Unique and
complex Individuals
Who come together
In many ways. We are
working
And creatng our realites On this
living planet Unaware of the
outcome.
How do we see ourselves?
More than 60 artists from around the world have shared images, music, words and films about their inner and outer appearances.