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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=422475" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Alone she puffs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">uncertain future </div><div style="margin:10px 0">alone she puffs<br>smoke covers her face<br>trails the night air </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she hides behind <br>each night under <br>an inch of powder<br>lips coloured like roses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the night aids<br>accompanies<br>her cameleon existence<br>satisfying loners <br>groping in beds<br>that witness sea and sea <br>of swirling passion<br>shuttling between <br>excited real and<br>make-believe passions<br>to satiate musculine wants<br>wave and wave of <br>lascivious acts<br>escalated by teutonic desires <br>that always end in earthshaking explosions<br>that rattle the senses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the musty sweaty smell <br>of bedsheets <br>so familiar now<br>feel like home covers<br>a night away from them<br>she feels a page <br>of her favourite book unread</div><div style="margin:10px 0">slowly she learns to fit <br>the regular <br>into the irregular <br>to pick up the pieces <br>when she falls<br>what mom told her long ago</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the smoke envelopes her face<br>before trailing off into the glittering sky</div><div style="margin:10px 0">alone she puffs waiting for the next loner<br>carrying a dream to straighten up her tangled life<br>in her own tangled ways</div><div style="margin:10px 0">inspired by</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like Dust I Rise<br> <br>You may write me down in history<br>With your bitter, twisted lies, <br>You may trod me in the very dirt<br>But still, like dust, I'll rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does my sassiness upset you? <br>Why are you beset with gloom? <br>'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells<br>Pumping in my living room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just like moons and like suns, <br>With the certainty of tides, <br>Just like hopes springing high, <br>Still I'll rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did you want to see me broken? <br>Bowed head and lowered eyes? <br>Shoulders falling down like teardrops.<br>Weakened by my soulful cries.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does my haughtiness offend you? <br>Don't you take it awful hard<br>'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines<br>Diggin' in my own back yard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You may shoot me with your words, <br>You may cut me with your eyes, <br>You may kill me with your hatefulness, <br>But still, like air, I'll rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does my sexiness upset you? <br>Does it come as a surprise<br>That I dance like I've got diamonds<br>At the meeting of my thighs? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of the huts of history's shame<br>I rise<br>Up from a past that's rooted in pain<br>I rise<br>I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, <br>Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.<br>Leaving behind nights of terror and fear<br>I rise<br>Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear<br>I rise<br>Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, <br>I am the dream and the hope of the slave.<br>I rise<br>I rise<br>I rise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maya Angelou #6</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a><div class=q>
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alone she puffs
smoke covers her face
trails the night air 

she hides behind 
each night under 
an inch of powder
lips coloured like roses

the night aids
accompanies
her cameleon existence
satisfying loners 
groping in beds
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