<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388924" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Still Tugs (At The Leash)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i rose from the grave, <br>and brushed the dirt from my eyes.<br>i shook the chill silence<br>from my bones, <br>and walked through the last door.<br>i stood on your porch<br>for the longest time not speaking, <br>watching the wind blow the curtains, <br>listening to the creaking of the boards.<br>we are no more than the last step, <br>no less than every mile.<br>your reports of my death<br>fall on deaf ears...<br>i can still taste the sweat of god, <br>can still feel the murmur and the quake.<br>and when i lie down, <br>i dont want to be alone! <br>you can fill the empty grave<br>with memories and cold tears, <br>this dog still tugs at the leash!</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=388924" data-title="Still Tugs (At The Leash) de Eric Cockrell" data-description="i rose from the grave, and brushed the dirt from my eyes. i shook the chill silence from my bones, and walked through the last door. i stood on your porch for the longest time not speaking, watching the wind blow the curtains, listening to the..."></div> </div> </div>

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