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    I'm an open book when it comes to flipping these pages
    Contagious
    Like I been around for ages
    All these unfamiliar faces
    When I pound the ground and play this hand of aces
    My words are in your mouth like braces
    I'm a step up, like a whole nother level
    Settle
    Something you can't handle
    Dismantled
    Hot like a candle
    Hot wax drippin
    Over my own two feet I'm trippin
    Slippin,
    Something,
    Running from nothing
    Running from myself but still running
    Gunning,
    Winning,
    I pray but stay sinning,
    Beginning,
    Sending this how?
    Bending this how?
    Ending this now!

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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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