<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388307" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lonliness (Tastes)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">lonliness...<br>tastes like, <br>blood crusted on the lips, <br>the hint of brandy that lingers.<br>the first smoke<br>when you walk free from jail.<br>the crust of the pie, <br>the tongue of first love.<br>the soft place<br>on the back of your neck.<br>smoke and soot and greyness<br>as you walk the city streets.<br>the meat cooked long and slow, <br>falling apart in your mouth.<br>the trace of garlic, <br>the bitter shock of gunpowder.<br>gravel dust, spring water, ...<br>the last kiss, <br>a black and white photograph.</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=388307" data-title="Lonliness (Tastes) de Eric Cockrell" data-description="lonliness... tastes like, blood crusted on the lips, the hint of brandy that lingers. the first smoke when you walk free from jail. the crust of the pie, the tongue of first love. the soft place on the back of your neck. smoke and soot and grey..."></div> </div> </div>

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