My Wine

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  • Lost Love

    My Wine
    I'm sure it will be a tender moment
    But the poison is just too much
    The longing for the intoxication
    Deepens with every touch

    Such addiction with such a price
    It leaves me in my shame
    The wine is my own torturous creation
    I feel I'm left to blame

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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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