True Love

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    True Love
    True love - the counter part to my heart, the counter part to my soul.
    It knows no limit and is confined within no bounds.
    Can't be tied down - can't predict it.
    The heart wants what it wants.
    It burns platinum bright and slimmer down to golden embers, from coals to ashes - lost but not forgotten - The Heart Remembers.

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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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