My Corner

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    My Corner

    I sit and stare
    I'm scared and cold
    My heart aches
    of troubles and drear

    I doubt you care
    because I'm on my own
    siting from afar
    wondering where the
    real you hides
    My corner is a sancutary
    where my heart hides

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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