<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=488238" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Frontal...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">and there was this abbot of<br>mont serrat<br>who used an unknown number<br>and texted me the worst story about<br>myself, which he believes to be <br>this sort of hook, line and sinker<br>his lips entangled in the<br>falsity of <br>the pleasures of the rumor<br>and i simply read and afterward deleted<br>what must necessarily belong <br>to him</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in a little way the rivers get crumpled<br>but the rains flatten out what creases are there<br>now, i listen only to myself<br>and see the sheen of my own light<br>to myself i am true<br>to no other must i be responsible.</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=488238" data-title="Frontal... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="and there was this abbot of mont serrat who used an unknown number and texted me the worst story about myself, which he believes to be this sort of hook, line and sinker his lips entangled in the falsity of the pleasures of the rumor and i simpl..."></div> </div> </div>

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