<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=486145" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At Times</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AT TIMEs<br>it is hard to shift from him to i, <br>all because there is something too personal<br>that should not have been<br>invaded by any<br>noun, lest things serious becomes<br>trivialized and<br>loses face, but there are slips of the tongue<br>and these so called<br>unguarded moments of the body<br>(when the soul is asleep<br>during the days of your grief) <br>when the I asserts itself like a kamikaze<br>on its suicide plane<br>ranting<br>and with a black smoke that<br>catches its ass<br>glides to earth<br>and dies</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=486145" data-title="At Times de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="AT TIMEs it is hard to shift from him to i, all because there is something too personal that should not have been invaded by any noun, lest things serious becomes trivialized and loses face, but there are slips of the tongue and these so called u..."></div> </div> </div>

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