<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430036" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No.106.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At no.106 she sits in the dark<br>Watches snowflakes fall and gently park.<br>Cruel lights as rats race home<br>Her only guest one gaerden gnome<br>On her dresser is perfume, 'Elizabeth Arden'<br>And make-up she now doesn't use<br>She still sees him smile, her heart wouldn't harden<br>Though beauty numbs she still tries to enthuse.<br>Silence screams-so unforgiving<br>She spills her blood with ink in prose<br>The only proof the dead are living<br>With pills and booze the feeling goes.<br>She lies unloved as the devil's clock ticks<br>A countdown to suicide at 106.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At no.106 the world isn't fair so<br>She takes in some wine and an Elgar concerto<br>She floats in a haze like a butterfly in hell<br>Her nights meet her days with a silent death knell<br>Memories all bad, save for love's only drummer<br>One lonely swallow never made a summer.<br>She still holds his hand, in dreams they still meet<br>The life they both planned blows down a dark street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She kisses a photo that never was taken, <br>A poem not written, a love not foresaken.<br>But reality rises with the dawn and cuts her like a knife<br>On her knees she prays, though forlorn<br>At no.106 still clinging to life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kevin+East">Kevin East</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=430036" data-title="No.106. de Kevin East" data-description="At no.106 she sits in the dark Watches snowflakes fall and gently park. Cruel lights as rats race home Her only guest one gaerden gnome On her dresser is perfume, 'Elizabeth Arden' And make-up she now doesn't use She still sees him smile, her hear..."></div> </div> </div>

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