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Now I lay me down to sleep, all alone I begin to weep, Will i forever be alone in this tomb I call a home?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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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Razor Blade | 5 | 04/06/2010 |
| Greetings | 1 | 04/06/2010 |
| Amanda's | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Obsticles | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Masters | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Pain | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Mistaken | 1 | 04/06/2010 |
| I saw her tonight | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Take a walk | 1 | 04/06/2010 |
| Love | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Broken | 1 | 04/06/2010 |
| Death | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Her | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Never look back | 1 | 04/06/2010 |
| Love is a rose | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| I am that guy | 1 | 04/06/2010 |
| Do you know who I am ? | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Waiting | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Where have you gone? | 1 | 04/06/2010 |
| Alone, Empty | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Hands | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Handprint | 1 | 04/06/2010 |
| Where life begins...agai n |
1 | 04/01/2010 |
| True Love | 2 | 04/01/2010 |
| The reason for the rain | 1 | 04/01/2010 |
| Stone Garden | 1 | 04/01/2010 |
| Resurrection | 0 | 04/01/2010 |
| Mi Amor Especial. | 1 | 04/01/2010 |
| Ancient Language | 1 | 04/01/2010 |
| Dating | 1 | 04/01/2010 |
| Untitled | 0 | 04/01/2010 |
| Ascent from Perdition | 1 | 04/01/2010 |
| Dance with the Moon | 5 | 04/01/2010 |
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