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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=401406" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Unlit Candle(Old Familiar Feelings)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How sad, the unlit candle on the table; <br>appearing to stand proud, rigid, and erect from afar, <br>though, <br>a closer look reveals a much sober truth, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Frayed and tousled; <br>the wick hunches over, brought down by lonesome exhaust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unfulfilled wishes, dreams, and romance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yearning to fill the room with the sweet redolence of lilac, <br>lavender, vanilla, honeysuckle, and cinnamon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unable to illuminate lovers in the dark, unable to celebrate, <br>unable to mourn, <br>the unlit candle possesses naught, <br>but the malodorous stench of apathy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, I do suspect that the spirits of the dead mourn the unlit candle, <br>just as the lighted candle mourns those bodies of the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes that unlit candle stands as a testament, <br>a testament to the power of the tempest<br>a testament to the power of the breath of man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A queue of restless thoughts push their way through the gates of my consciousness.<br>The cognitive cacophony proceeds to play without a maestro.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I light a cigarette. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wilted flowers, neglected, a funerary vase in the corner of the room; <br>nature's fading beauty, tragic product of time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Snuffed cigarette still burns in the ashtray. <br>Fleeting smoke of desire clouds my vision, <br>forcing tears to well in my eyes, the desire evaporates from sight, <br>leaving mylungs, throat, and chest <br>soiled with the rheum and residue of regret.<br>Mucus builds, constricting airwaves, <br>I simply clear my throat and swallow, <br>too numb to be disgusted, <br>too tired <br>to get up and grab a tissue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gregory+Allen+Uhan">Gregory Allen Uhan</a><div class=q>
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appearing to stand proud, rigid, and erect from afar, 
though, 
a closer look reveals a much sober truth, 

Frayed and tousled; 
the wick hunches over, brought down by lonesome exhaust.

Unfulfilled wishes,..."></div>
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