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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=485202" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A World Revolving Around Your Hands.....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">one day<br>a moment arrives <br>sounding like a<br>total stranger</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is ready with <br>a back pack<br>for you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that moment tells you<br>this is not your world</div><div style="margin:10px 0">look at the bruises in<br>your face<br>the wounds on your feet<br>that do not heal<br>the falling hair<br>stinking odor of the<br>fluids from your ear</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then it will tell you<br>what to do</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that there is a process<br>of release<br>which will be painful<br>but only for a while</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you ask<br>what is the payment? <br>at whose expense? <br>the consequences and risks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that moment turns its face<br>away<br>humiliated about your<br>questions</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is bizarre<br>but many have succumbed<br>and fallen<br>to the trap of the moment</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you said at the last moment<br>thank you<br>it is uncertain<br>and it is not worth it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when that moment leaves<br>you affirm a world<br>it is still revolving around<br>your hands.</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>
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a moment arrives 
sounding like a
total stranger

it is ready with 
a back pack
for you

that moment tells you
this is not your world

look at the bruises in
your face
the wounds on your feet
that do not heal
the falling hair
stinking odor..."></div>
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