....in store.

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....in store.

There is so many things birth out of pain. It seems such a shame that the tears flowing down my face can be confused as rain.
Oh Lord, my God it gushes out of control it pours and not trickles to the floor.
Whatever will I do weep out for more?
No, bow my face down and pray because God has something in store.

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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.

aatheart’s Poems (13)

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On Christmas 0
Missing Pieces 0
Like Glass 0
Beauty is in the Mirror 1
Blinded by my Senses. 1
MBS 1
....in store. 0
No Longer 0
A Lovers Text 1
alive 0
NOT MINE 0
OOH!! 0
Male Reflection 2