Imprisoned

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    Imprisoned
    Take this heart.
    What good is it for?
    All I feel is pain.
    I can't take it anymore.

    They say you'll find love.
    They say you'll be fine.
    Who's life are they talking about?
    I know it can't be mine.

    My heart bleeds everyday.
    My tears fall in rhythm.
    My life is melting away.
    My love is imprisoned.

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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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