Open House

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    Open House
    My secrets cry alone
    I have no need for tongue
    My heart keeps open house,
    My doors are widely open.
    An epic of my eyes
    My love with no disguise
    My truths all are free known
    This anguish self-reraled.
    I'm naked to the bone;
    Myself is what I wear
    I keep the spirit spare
    THe anger will endure.
    The dead will speak the truth
    In lanuage srict and pure
    I stop the lying mouth
    Rage warps my dearest cry
    To witness agony.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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