<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=486106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At The Reunion Party (Grandma's)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">to drown my well-kept storm<br>i purge words<br>too many like bats driven from<br>a cave<br>flying on barbaric sounds<br>and one of you looks at me<br>with a stab<br>but it will not hurt me a bit<br>i ignore <br>whatever tries to hurt <br>whatever skins me out to reveal<br>a damaged bone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">think of me<br>as a happy bee that is all i can ask for <br>this moment<br>i shall like it<br>for what you think<br>makes me become<br>what i am not</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the hours will run like a windmill<br>and water pours out<br>to satisfy the mouth of the hill<br>and i will be happy to see<br>something filled<br>a thirst satisfied</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you see i admit i am wrong in<br>trying to be alone by myself<br>in doing so for the past days<br>i shrink like <br>a plastic bottle <br>heated by<br>a candle</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i realize the link<br>it is always a you and I<br>and the rest of the people in the world<br>my feet are your feet<br>my hands are your very hands too<br>my mind is a lonely planet<br>lost without the sun <br>and the rest of the lonely planets<br>in this always moving<br>universe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i know what depression is<br>and now i know how to delet it.</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=486106" data-title="At The Reunion Party (Grandma's) de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="to drown my well-kept storm i purge words too many like bats driven from a cave flying on barbaric sounds and one of you looks at me with a stab but it will not hurt me a bit i ignore whatever tries to hurt whatever skins me out to reveal a dama..."></div> </div> </div>

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