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    I SIT UP AT WONDERING WHERE YOUR AT TEARS RUN DOWN MY FACE NOT TEARS OF JOY BUT TEARS OF FEAR NOT KNOWING IF YOUR STILL HEAR I SPEAK NO WORDS OF IT I SHOW NO PAIN BUT IT'S ALL THE SAME LIFE IS JUST A DIRTY GAME AT TIMES I ALMOST FEEL INSANE BUT WHEN I LOOK INTO YOUR I EYES I KNOW OUR LOVE IS NOT THE SAME

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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