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    Knowing what might happen when I see you after the foreseen shadow of the hour we left behind, the pain and the sweetness of the flower we grew in our minds and bodies. Begging for the time we knew we never had, for the passion we never knew. You came to me, you came to me in a dream that was so surreal so life like it frightened me. As the tears streamed like an endless ocean of empty happiness, joyful pain fear. We knew this might become, this might be the end and a beginning of something so powerful it could very well destroy my soul, we enter into this, we smell the forgetful dreams the life like promises we made so long ago, so long so long. Take me. I need to feel your presence, I beg of you to let me go. Drink the tears and let them intoxicate your very being. Don’t leave. Stay. Go. Let me be everything you could not. It eats at your very core, I’m shaken frightened excited. Let me have what belongs to the demon inside me, let me be forsaken. I’m begging you to go. Stay. Don’t make me dream, let me forgive, forget. I can see you in this window that hides the world for us that allows me to become only a memory as we walk through untouched song. Sing to me, I want to fly I want to feel. Come to me, come to me and let me go. Untouched reunited impossible. The unintended cannot harm us, I will never forget you.

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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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