Blinded by Sunsets, an into

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Blinded by Sunsets, an into

Filthy hands and cluttered closets
mindless rumors
as my skeletons scream
Dirty whore on angel's landslide
Poor babies, missed me
Blinded by sunsets
Always,
Blinded by sunsets.  

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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.

litldeer’s Poems (31)

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CHANGED 0
Blinded by Sunsets, an into 0
After the Storm 1
Blood 1
My Picture 3
WALK TOWARDS LOVE 1
INNOCENT EXCHANGE OF AN EROTIC CONFESSION 21
FANTASY 13
EVERY NIGHT 11
THE MOON DISSOLVED 6
SUBMISSION 5
EMOTIONAL VAMPIRE 3
I was told 1
Never Smile Again 1
Do You Hear Me? 8
JUNKIE 5
Love The Title 2
Another Promise 1
WHAT KEEPS ME AWAKE 3
She's On The Other Line 0
1 WOMAN WONDER 2
CATCH THEM 1
Undisputable 0
For You 1
Devil Child 1
BLAME IT ON ME 2
One day fadin into another 2
The stray 1
Stray 3
Truly 2
Outta You 3