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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471623" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thousand Wars in One Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I rouse up from a hefty bunt<br>Of a hapless, sleepless dreaming<br>With a dehydration manifesting<br>All over my paper thin body<br>Brought upon a short-lived revelry<br>That tinkered in last night's episode<br>And the post blues are not leaving me<br>Along with the ethereal phantoms<br>That comes to life every zenith<br>Of the darkness of night time<br>Where the hands of the clock<br>Would steal a chance to touch<br>Each other, though like fireworks, <br>Ephemeral but orgasmic, <br>And as I raised to bow my head<br>Upon another meandering<br>In this labyrinthine garden<br>I shroud myself with valiance<br>Plastering a shattered vying<br>Last night's rain failed to purge it<br>Though I was sodden, profoundly, <br>And sleep botched recuperation<br>Like a butcher instead of an angel<br>That would knead all my chafing<br>Into her pristine tranquility<br>And forgetting was not an option<br>Anymore, since I had feigned<br>To be stronger than repression<br>And I do not blame, or I cannot, <br>For I could only sink myself<br>As invisible fingers pressed<br>Upon the hole in my forehead<br>Brought upon by a stray bullet<br>The less comfortable pillow<br>Is sublimely inhospitable<br>And the hearth of this marble<br>Does not even have to withdraw<br>The second kind of loneliness<br>Defined and defied all that there is<br>In this day, after yesterday, <br>Before the vanished tomorrow<br>So there, in the battlefield<br>In front of a colossal mirror<br>In my mint green bedroom<br>I mused upon myself undraped<br>In the metaphorical sense<br>And I saw all these scars<br>Running in my abused frame<br>And it appeared, if not exactly, as if<br>‘Twas greater than my goblet<br>Yet, no one even cared<br>As I selflessly threw my safeguard<br>In the concoction of mud and blood<br>And held my the claymore higher<br>Without thinking about my grandeurs<br>Or the horrors, and it makes<br>Everything harder at its best<br>To vie dying selflessly and find<br>No worthy intention would<br>Appreciate and be available<br>To make a martyr or a hero<br>Who fought a thousand war<br>In one lonely Wednesday.</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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Of a hapless, sleepless dreaming
With a dehydration manifesting
All over my paper thin body
Brought upon a short-lived revelry
That tinkered in last night's episode
And the post blues are not leaving me
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