Breathing
I cry, I scream,I yell, I saw a change in myself.I thought it was me I thought it was you. I closed my eyes,I open my eyes to she that you were the one all the time that was letting me breath.
Breathing
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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