Acid Tears
Tears of acid fall on my face while i stand in the palm of death.Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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| your words | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| Wings on the wind | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| My World | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
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| Trapped from Freedom | 0 | 09/26/2009 |
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