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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471095" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Abject Murderer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when all is gone<br>There will be none; <br>Because you thought you are, <br>Because you thought you were; <br>When you are long gone, <br>When there was none; <br>And the friction ignited the drivels<br>Of fiction, of fraction, <br>Of great divide<br>That was there<br>In the pumping <br>Of the breathing veins and atriums<br>Meandering, calculating<br>All that's gone<br>More apt<br>The weight of none; <br>And what good will it serve<br>To stare down at loaded gun? <br>Yearning for your lips, <br>The velocity of your heart, <br>The frost in your temples, <br>Why won't you seize<br>The one who needs you, <br>Can't you hear the gears grinding<br>Without pulling the trigger, <br>Can't you feel the spilling of blood<br>That the treacle reckons.<br>You are long dead<br>Capitulated in the agony<br>Of hanging on to<br>A quicksand of hope<br>With hands of quartz<br>That wouldn't pull the trigger<br>Neither halt the pilfer<br>Of words, <br>Of life<br>Give me<br>What I deserve<br>Caress the laments<br>In the blackest demise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q>
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There will be none; 
Because you thought you are, 
Because you thought you were; 
When you are long gone, 
When there was none; 
And the friction ignited the drivels
Of fiction, of fraction, 
Of great divide
That was there
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