<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491120" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Realistic Sister</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when she speaks<br>there will always be truth to it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she told you<br>it wouldn't work<br>and it did not really work.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">see? she is Cassandra.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">see? the rails are cut off now<br>the train stops.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she speaks from the past lives she had.<br>once she was Cleopatra, she knew any Julius Caesar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now she is telling me the same thing.<br>i am afraid, this thing too that i have in my palm</div><div style="margin:10px 0">will not work. I am crushing it, but i still doubt it.<br>i wish it were a bird with strong bones.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i wish it were a fish, with slimy scales<br>i dream it may escape the way i want it inside that dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but my sister was the Cassandra.<br>her statements become true, and i have fear now</div><div style="margin:10px 0">about this black bird in my palm<br>it is alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tomorrow, i ask myself, if i too shall learn<br>the art of <br>killing. I guess, she must be right.</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=491120" data-title="My Realistic Sister de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="when she speaks there will always be truth to it. she told you it wouldn't work and it did not really work. see? she is Cassandra. see? the rails are cut off now the train stops. she speaks from the past lives she had. once she was Cleopatra, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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