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  • Lost Love

    Time
    Time continuum lost lovers left behind.
    Feel the beating of my dying heart.
    I held you sometime ago.
    But we slipped and fell through the
    Cracks of indecision.
    Grey illusion,
    Tortured conversations, sleepless nights.
    Slowly choking
    Moment by moment.
    I am down to my last breath.


              Angela Stylz

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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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