Posted on Saturday, 8 October 2011
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now.
Bob Dylan, “My Back Pages” (via theshadowofyoursong)
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