<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471152" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Brawls (Non Sequitur)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Punch after punch<br>The pain sank pensively<br>Hurling daggers of avenge<br>To a shapeless archenemy<br>The rotting succumb to its demise</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gust after gust<br>The wind cut exasperated wounds<br>With a tourniquet of self-pity<br>Looking for perfect flaws<br>The pillar toppled to mark a grave</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thunder after thunder<br>It benumbed the daunted heart<br>And bit the maker's hands<br>A pedagogy of aversive measures<br>We are conquered by our own devices</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Storm after storm<br>You swept the peaceful dust<br>With a halcyon holocaust<br>Never acknowledging the faults<br>Drowning in your own weather</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wrath after wrath<br>Stropping the malcontent<br>Siphoning the lament<br>Caress the obstinate child<br>To deliver his own death</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death after death<br>The squalid hands exhumed the grave<br>Burn the bones and pray<br>To the god of bones for silence<br>And sully with the leprous sleep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Putrefaction after putrefaction<br>Meat after meat, bone after bone<br>Gambling to rival and resist<br>Defying the sharp demise<br>In a non sequitur brawl</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> <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=471152" data-title="Brawls (Non Sequitur) de Norman Santos" data-description="Punch after punch The pain sank pensively Hurling daggers of avenge To a shapeless archenemy The rotting succumb to its demise Gust after gust The wind cut exasperated wounds With a tourniquet of self-pity Looking for perfect flaws The pillar top..."></div> </div> </div>

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