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  • Lost Love

    A poem

    My sorrow cries, my passion, my lost.
    I feel pain. I feel strange.
    What is this feeling?
    Why am I not willing to see what I am losing?
    It's not mine for the choosing.
    Just knowing that I lost a love is a tragedy. No longer will happiness hover over me.
    I'll never forget such a lovely face.
    And how he put me together in every place. I'm desperate to know the horrible truth. Even if it hurts when I do.
    My heart is broken.

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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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