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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=467897" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Door’s Whispers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was whispering at the door, <br>Except for the sigh, and the occult.<br>In front of us tore a blade through the crack, <br>Concealing the body behind it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The door is an open object mostly, <br>But it concerned me with futility; <br>We had to reject the conspiracy theory<br>And relate to the stories of ancient weapons.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we tore the blade away with our swords<br>The daggers started to spread around the walls; <br>The walls started to endanger our lives<br>And we wanted to squirm free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a squeal and a torturous time ahead, <br>And every day we would count our blessings.<br>This time luck’s authority proclaimed itself present, <br>Exclaiming our magic, exclaiming the heroic nature.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blade suddenly vanished and fire caught us, <br>The body behind was the fire, and we were caught; <br>The body was in danger, the body was in danger! <br>Yet we escaped, and we learnt this way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The door remained shut, tasted our lives<br>And the corridors were the getaway, <br>Away, away, away we ran, faster than blades, <br>And more so, more so and more so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Naveed+Akram">Naveed Akram</a><div class=q>
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Except for the sigh, and the occult.
In front of us tore a blade through the crack, 
Concealing the body behind it.

The door is an open object mostly, 
But it concerned me with futility; 
We had to reject the co..."></div>
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