<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=487117" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>De-stressing A Point...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">doubts of the scalp<br>and so i scratch it with my nails.<br>holes of infection, <br>itchy life, and<br>fallen hairs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the goddess of smell<br>looks upon me, <br>and i look up to taste<br>what smell is it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it tastes like heaven, <br>my usual answer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what is heaven? they all<br>laugh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my eyes lift higher<br>eyelashes are top loaders.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>sleep is a conqueror<br>i am conquered but the surrender</div><div style="margin:10px 0">is de-stressing<br>tomorrow i have a plow<br>and a buffalo</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i own this land i remind<br>the grasses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tomorrow<br>i need to vacate, i guess</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a trip, a very long long trip<br>where your sight cannot find me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">your trains of emotions are<br>grounded<br>i have an avalanche of<br>forgetfulness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so? got no word for you<br>except my well sculpted</div><div style="margin:10px 0">goodbye baby, after all, <br>our worlds are galaxies apart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">light years that you must know<br>by now.</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=487117" data-title="De-stressing A Point... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="doubts of the scalp and so i scratch it with my nails. holes of infection, itchy life, and fallen hairs. the goddess of smell looks upon me, and i look up to taste what smell is it. it tastes like heaven, my usual answer. what is heaven? the..."></div> </div> </div>

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