<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Loving Truth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">you hold the truth<br>and show it to me as early as i was six, <br>you had it molded like a sculpture of<br>a well shaped egg, <br>a chicken egg, showing the fragility of a shell, <br>that when i fail to hold it with care<br>it breaks and cannot be<br>the same again, no matter what<br>or how, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the truth is a model<br>something that we have to imitate<br>but my palms have lines of each own<br>and i was born as a scorpion<br>with scissors in my hands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you want me to be your truth<br>and it will be painful and so i must go<br>somewhere where my kind of<br>truth will be respectable</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is no place yet for me<br>and so here i am with you<br>exploring all the possibilities of harmony</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so i must lie to live with you<br>and be with you for the meantime that my<br>castle is not yet a reality</div><div style="margin:10px 0">must i tell you the truth? i can't<br>for this spells the death of harmony<br>even the view of your funeral<br>where i can be the pretentious grief<br>the laughter subsumed<br>on the face shedding<br>crocodile tears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i have more to tell you<br>but i am safe now in my silence<br>safe with you and the world and the stars.</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=489515" data-title="In Loving Truth de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="you hold the truth and show it to me as early as i was six, you had it molded like a sculpture of a well shaped egg, a chicken egg, showing the fragility of a shell, that when i fail to hold it with care it breaks and cannot be the same again, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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