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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=490752" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>May Your Last Poem Be Not</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">may your last poem be not about me.<br>not about you either.<br>not about us, far from what i conceive it to be.<br>not about the world, it is as mundane as a soiled shoe.<br>not about the sky, it is highfalutin like your way of choosing words.<br>sometimes, you are somebody that i have to reread for me to really<br>have a glimpse of what are you all about. a broken glass. a sad tune.<br>a sour milk. a rotten flower. a dead bee. a butterfly wingless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i like to say some nicer things about you. Like a flower in perfect bloom.<br>a caterpillar finding the perfect place to hide its cocoon.<br>a rainbow with both feet on the hills filled with green trees.<br>a south beach diet. a purse filled with coins. crisp dollar bills smelling like<br>lasagna pasta.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i want to say everything inside my mind without fear of censorship and reprisal. I am proclaiming my freedom from restraints. To say something<br>illogical and senseless and shameless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">may your last poem be not about me. may it be beyond me. beyond us.<br>may it be not like any other poem. melting in slow fire. shedding off.<br>lights shut.</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=490752" data-title="May Your Last Poem Be Not de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="may your last poem be not about me. not about you either. not about us, far from what i conceive it to be. not about the world, it is as mundane as a soiled shoe. not about the sky, it is highfalutin like your way of choosing words. sometimes, you..."></div> </div> </div>
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