King & Queen of Broken Hearts
Brand new deck,
Split the pack,
I’ll bite your neck,
You’ll stab my back.
When that feeling starts,
Our hands are shown-
We’ll both break our hearts,
But we’ll never be alone.
King & Queen of Broken Hearts
Brand new deck,
Split the pack,
I’ll bite your neck,
You’ll stab my back.
When that feeling starts,
Our hands are shown-
We’ll both break our hearts,
But we’ll never be alone.
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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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