Song by Allen Ginsberg • Read A Little Poetry
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Song by Allen Ginsberg • Read A Little Poetry
Music has that ability to unleash the trappings inside me that I can't set free on my own.
Inspire and release me while triggering and twisting me into knots while you force me to see myself clearly.
You. Yes you.
The wound won't close if I keep picking at it
But I'm in love with my pain it would seem.
The one I mistake for your face and voice
It
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Tincture
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"We are but skin about a wind, with muscles clenched against mortality. We sleep in a long reproachful dust against ourselves. We are full to the gorge with our own names for misery. Life, the pastures in which the night feeds and prunes the cud that nourishes us to despair. Life, the permission to know death. We were created that the earth might
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