Venom

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    Venom

    Cheap touch, a stroke of luck
    Thats all I'll ever be
    Fun times, elusive rhymes,
    There's so much that you never see
    Messed up bitch, and sick of shit
    A viper touch with velvet gloves
    Pick up dust off and start again,
    I'm not that strong but I wont show them
    I'm just dying to be loved.

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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.

    Bambi86’s Poems (29)

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