She of Misery

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    She of Misery

     Four blank walls,
    that's all she sees.
    Four blank walls,
    of misery.
    Her yerning heart
    she now knows
    will fall apart
    in crystal snows.
    Her desperation
    knows no bounds.
    Her exasperstion
    all ways found.
    The one she loves
    has her heart
    carried off by black doves
    as she falls apart.
    Her love is gone
    forever lost
    her heart is none
    for that was the cost.

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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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