<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471240" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Escapism</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lines in our palms is our map<br>but we hold nothing but the moonshine<br>so this vacant abyss drenches our paths<br>like our empty hands, we meander<br>without any purpose at all</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We learned the phantom's secret<br>in riveting themselves in forlorn circles<br>like the rain, we free fall and<br>when we slap the ground<br>we are water no longer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still, your shadows perpetually traipse<br>back and forth my dark alleys<br>like a song effulgently whistling <br>promises in these aberrant ears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in this times, the hour stops<br>the larcenous chase of our feet<br>to halt and stare upon the circles<br>disembogued by our fleets</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You have never left at all.</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=471240" data-title="Escapism de Norman Santos" data-description="The lines in our palms is our map but we hold nothing but the moonshine so this vacant abyss drenches our paths like our empty hands, we meander without any purpose at all We learned the phantom's secret in riveting themselves in forlorn circles ..."></div> </div> </div>

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