Hurt, Anger, Pain
Hurt Anger Pain
This is the price we pay for the crimes we commit
We invite sin and let it crawl under the skin
So what ever wrong you may have made
Deal with it come what may
Hurt, Anger, Pain
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09-20-2010
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09-19-2010
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09-13-2010
castlemist commented on Hurt, Anger, Pain
09-13-2010
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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