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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471730" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Zealous Friends, Jealous Lovers, Two-faced Waves</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Charlie, with a hathful of gratitude; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Underneath a sundered lamppost that digresses<br> The fiendish simper of the harlequin moon and<br> Behind the dazing screen of the frothing smoke<br> You spewed so violently, with angst and misery, <br> You said, inebriated by the blood of a destitute heart<br> And the spell of attention and camaraderie<br> That you will never allow losing my place—<br> A wafer of a turret—regardless who she will be; <br> A maiden of unabashed promises—you alleged<br> Behind the foggy breath of capitulated death <br> That was so much invigorating, that I was one<br> Of your favorite gambling cards, and one victory<br> From your endless brunt and grueling struggles<br> So I held you tight, rived in a scorching paper cut</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Post Script, and a long denied demise; <br>	Where have you gone? But worry not<br>	I can smell the most robust verdure<br>	The greener grass on the other side<br>	Maybe you have not gone, after all, <br>	Perhaps I saw too much, heard too much, <br>	From what you did and said, but worry not<br>	You shall be her sole bliss, her sole pain<br>	Her endless waltz on a sapid rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fatima, and a bouquet of gratefulness; <br> The sheathing cold and sterile scent of the arid nights<br> Traversed the salient oceans, the impassable hours, <br> To linger on the sweat-soused breath of my vespers; <br> Emblazoned the pallid skin and contended to shrink <br> The vast world so we would meet anywhere but here<br> And your chaste visage was too pristine to rub in<br> The stains of my impoverished palette of stains<br> So I often times kept you in a dark vault, away from<br> The demons and secrets you soon met and possessed<br> You bellowed high and became one of my electric rivers—<br> A torrent flow in my chasms, and some mangled nights<br> You gave me a place underneath your golden parasol<br> And let me hear the thunders, the slapping of the rain, <br> All the cacophonous melody of your downpour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Post Script, and a barb wire of ties; <br> What hath I done or hath not? <br> But answer not, falter not<br> Tarnish not plastered grins.<br> The pergola underneath your parasol<br> Needs not my gardening, now do reckon<br> That his thumb is green radiating from<br> A gilded heart dedicated and committed<br> Solely for your flowers blossoming</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Selfish Lovers, with a bucket of gelid hate, <br> I do not care if your contours altered, I do not care! <br> I do not care if you never bothered, I do not care! <br> I do not care when you feel the impales of evanescence<br> When I have grown tired of agonizing in pain<br> For pain, too, is ephemeral and I do not care! <br> I do not care if your memory wanes, if you're mediocre! <br> I do not care if you loathe me in a special place<br> Where I stood before you came, I do not care! <br> I do not care if your doe-eyes are vivid green<br> From getting what they deserve, I do not care! <br> I do not care if you'll let go, even if you fall flat, <br> Crash your cranium and bleed to die, I do not care! <br> I do not know who you have become and were the same, <br> I'm caught in between burning flames, but I cannot care! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Zealous friends once, 	<br>Jealous lovers once, 	<br>Two-faced wave's waves, 	<br>My eyes despise all of you<br>For who I have become.<br>Can you not see how better you<br>Can be without me? Don't care for<br>The spins of the third wheel.<br>With a quicksand of love<br>Good riddance and luck!</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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 Underneath a sundered lamppost that digresses
 The fiendish simper of the harlequin moon and
 Behind the dazing screen of the frothing smoke
 You spewed so violently, with angst and misery, 
 You said, ineb..."></div>
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