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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=492443" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Remembering Kierkigaard...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i have the cold arms of<br>the earth<br>wet mud, my mind is a dew<br>on a leaf, <br>my spirit do not soar<br>like a rocket in <br>space<br>i have numb thoughts<br>about this <br>once loving arms<br>i have only ceilings without<br>stars<br>the heart is like a drum<br>torn at its center<br>soundless at<br>dawn<br>i want to go somewhere else<br>to places without<br>names<br>i am a future annihilation of<br>what was once<br>constructed<br>a hardship that wants to<br>fade<br>a love that looks like<br>faded blue jeans<br>desire is a straight line of that<br>machine <br>telling that someone is dead<br>there is this strong odor of chloroform<br>in the bedroom<br>one can hear the song<br>of the ticks<br>the curtains sigh like air<br>the pillow does not murmur<br>there is this hum imagining the <br>face of someone<br>you know it but you cannot say it<br>things like these happen<br>they do<br>and then we say oh i am so sorry<br>i am human and i will always be<br>'sadder than sad, bluer than blue'<br>the contempt of my silence<br>the thrill of what to do next<br>the blur of the moment<br>this sickness unto<br>death....</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>
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wet mud, my mind is a dew
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my spirit do not soar
like a rocket in 
space
i have numb thoughts
about this 
once loving arms
i have only ceilings without
stars
the heart is like a drum
torn at its center
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