Pain

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    Pain

    Pain of the soul,pain of the heart,pain is divine and so is the cost.
    Pain comes from the deepest,darkness,shadowest form of life,sometimes
    once,sometimes twice.
    Is this the mine of grief which no one knows,or is this satin who's angers
    untold.
    We face it,live it,taste it. We feel it's grasp when everythings wrong,we taste its' power when our loveones gone.

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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.

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