<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387647" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Field Of Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">we make love<br>in a small room<br>underneath a tin roof...<br>your body praying for rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or perhaps it's just delusion, <br>or memory twisted by passion, <br>or what an old man settles for<br>in the echo of his life! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">kissing's like undressing, <br>slowly turns the spit, <br>not conscious of mirrors<br>or the need to hurry....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">soft words almost forgotten<br>fall like stones in a bottomless well...<br>and the only cry of passion<br>is the hawk circling<br>the field of death!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387647" data-title="Field Of Death de Eric Cockrell" data-description="we make love in a small room underneath a tin roof... your body praying for rain. or perhaps it's just delusion, or memory twisted by passion, or what an old man settles for in the echo of his life! kissing's like undressing, slowly turns th..."></div> </div> </div>

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