Gone, again.

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Gone, again.

You're gone again.
Without heart you leave me without a friend.
All you leave is greif and sorrow,
will i even see you tommorow?
Days on end I dont hear your voice.
Its not my fault you made the choice.
I'm not perfect, are you?
I dont think so and thats the truth.
I dont need you anymore.
Why do you treat me so poor.
I'm sick and tired of how you act.
Dont come home, I won't lack.

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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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