<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489182" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Never Had Time To Explain Myself</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">there were stones thrown<br>on the water and so there were ripples<br>like the pain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the pain goes on and on <br>like circles spreading beyond a certain point</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of my tolerance<br>my tongue forms some words like hammers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to hit the nails right on their faces<br>to break the monotony of destruction</div><div style="margin:10px 0">without rivets no dovetails but <br>the story has become like a code of the samurai </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to you, and you swing your head like arms<br>in disbelief how can all these be true he is not like this</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you become like a bone in my throat and i like<br>to remove every obstruction one by one</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but i do not have the pleasure of keeping you<br>my hands inside my pocket are mine alone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the pebble inside it is warm and smooth<br>my treasure and like my conscience i keep it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">inside my heart. I keep seeing ripples and then<br>i do not mind how many stones how far they spread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i owe no one and no one owes me<br>i am an island and i wish there are no boats docked on my shore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">any time, somewhere, any more.</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=489182" data-title="I Never Had Time To Explain Myself de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="there were stones thrown on the water and so there were ripples like the pain the pain goes on and on like circles spreading beyond a certain point of my tolerance my tongue forms some words like hammers to hit the nails right on their faces t..."></div> </div> </div>

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