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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345351" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Admonitions To A Special Person</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watch out for power, <br>for its avalanche can bury you, <br>snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watch out for hate, <br>it can open its mouth and you'll fling yourself out<br>to eat off your leg, an instant leper.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watch out for friends, <br>because when you betray them, <br>as you will, <br>they will bury their heads in the toilet<br>and flush themselves away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watch out for intellect, <br>because it knows so much it knows nothing<br>and leaves you hanging upside down, <br>mouthing knowledge as your heart<br>falls out of your mouth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watch out for games, the actor's part, <br>the speech planned, known, given, <br>for they will give you away<br>and you will stand like a naked little boy, <br>pissing on your own child-bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watch out for love<br>(unless it is true, <br>and every part of you says yes including the toes) , <br>it will wrap you up like a mummy, <br>and your scream won't be heard<br>and none of your running will end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love? Be it man. Be it woman.<br>It must be a wave you want to glide in on, <br>give your body to it, give your laugh to it, <br>give, when the gravelly sand takes you, <br>your tears to the land. To love another is something<br>like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall<br>into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Special person, <br>if I were you I'd pay no attention<br>to admonitions from me, <br>made somewhat out of your words<br>and somewhat out of mine.<br>A collaboration.<br>I do not believe a word I have said, <br>except some, except I think of you like a young tree<br>with pasted-on leaves and know you'll root<br>and the real green thing will come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let go. Let go.<br>Oh special person, <br>possible leaves, <br>this typewriter likes you on the way to them, <br>but wants to break crystal glasses<br>in celebration, <br>for you, <br>when the dark crust is thrown off<br>and you float all around<br>like a happened balloon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Sexton">Anne Sexton</a><div class=q>
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for its avalanche can bury you, 
snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain.

Watch out for hate, 
it can open its mouth and you'll fling yourself out
to eat off your leg, an instant leper.

Watch out for friends, 
because wh..."></div>
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