<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=437652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Suspicious Pieces</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You've got my heart locked up.<br>And I'm not in a conscious focus...<br>Not sure if I want to clear.<br>This whoosie blues too.<br>That's trapped in a fantasy cage.<br>I've gotten use to being accused.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You've got my heart locked up, <br>In suspicious pieces.<br>And not sure what it is I feel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My head keeps right on, <br>Knocking.<br>With a heart feeling like it's hit by rocks.<br>And the hitting of the rocks wont seem to stop.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My head keeps right on, <br>Knocking.<br>With a heart feeling like it's hit by rocks.<br>And the hitting of the rocks wont seem to stop.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You've got my heart locked up, <br>In suspicious pieces.<br>And not sure what it is I feel.<br>And what I feel is the real deal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You've got my heart locked up, <br>In suspicious pieces.<br>And not sure what it is I feel.<br>And what I feel is the real deal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My head keeps right on, <br>Knocking.<br>With a heart feeling like it's hit by rocks.<br>You've got my heart locked up, <br>In suspicious pieces.<br>And not sure what it is I feel.<br>And what I feel is the real deal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You've got my heart locked up, <br>In suspicious pieces.<br>And I don't know what it is that I feel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You've got my heart locked up, <br>In suspicious pieces.<br>And I don't know what it is that I feel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You've got my heart locked up, <br>In suspicious pieces.<br>And I don't know what it is that I feel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You've got my heart locked up, <br>In suspicious pieces.<br>And I don't know what it is that I feel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lawrence+S.+Pertillar">Lawrence S. Pertillar</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=437652" data-title="In Suspicious Pieces de Lawrence S. Pertillar" data-description="You've got my heart locked up. And I'm not in a conscious focus... Not sure if I want to clear. This whoosie blues too. That's trapped in a fantasy cage. I've gotten use to being accused. You've got my heart locked up, In suspicious pieces. And ..."></div> </div> </div>

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