<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484279" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Chat Last Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am good at words.<br>familiar with metaphors, and you stumble<br>upon an<br>oxymoron that i offer you and which you by<br>confusion, have so lightly taken, <br>i do have to say, how much is your smile, <br>what is the price of your kiss, <br>i will be too abrupt, and blunt and you may<br>not like them, <br>though that is what it<br>really is: love cost this amount<br>per unit of convergence<br>divisible moments, maximizing income.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">beautiful killer, you are, <br>tremendously slow, in conclusions, <br>i buy you some confounding, <br>this is or this is not, to be or not to be, <br>you this, and you do not know about that, <br>how time consuming<br>to woe and yet not to let you know<br>that we are not really talking and i am not <br>taking you for </div><div style="margin:10px 0">love: a commodity, a trade in for dignity, <br>an excuse to gallivant like<br>an etherized valentino, <br>stuffed juliet, and frozen romeo, undressed<br>they all appear like <br>dressed chickens in a row, for sale, <br>three for two, <br>a little tete a tete, something for a bric and brac, <br>guess some more, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'i love you' <br>i really love you, and i said oh i love you too</div><div style="margin:10px 0">webcams off. what kind of face did you wear then? <br>was it the mask? is it the face with a crown of thorns</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jesssez! for God's sake! stop talking about love, <br>i am freezing in coldness. Love is strange now<br>as we age, we do not believe about its value anymore, <br>wrinkled skins, and hollow bones, <br>empty promises of the salvific nature of <br>divine love, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">what for? this i can say. I do not think anymore like<br>a philosopher, i live like a an ant now, <br>following pheromones, doing and doing, and hauling and hauling, <br>just a creature on this anthill<br>nothing more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</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=484279" data-title="A Chat Last Night de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="i am good at words. familiar with metaphors, and you stumble upon an oxymoron that i offer you and which you by confusion, have so lightly taken, i do have to say, how much is your smile, what is the price of your kiss, i will be too abrupt, an..."></div> </div> </div>

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