<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stage Four</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">stage four is of course, sure death.<br>the nerves are swerving and convoluted to utter disbelief.<br>he says, four months more, no bonus, not bogus, not <br>a leaf of lettuce that you play with your teeth or tongue<br>no figure of speech can save this inevitable crashing of cells.<br>stage four, spell four, i will spell it for you. There is no word<br>to start with about tomorrow. There is no tomorrow. It is clipped.<br>And cut and set aside. There will be some discussions for a while.<br>Where to leave the pen and paper. And the basket of daisies<br>and glossy red apples. The green ones have to be give away<br>as early as the sixth day of our agony. Less pain you want it? <br>A glass of clear water. Pills and pins. Touch my hand.<br>I will tell you i love you (20x) but it is late. The sun at the port<br>is setting earlier than expected. The steamer has arrived.<br>No it isn't. It is an old wooden boat docked by the side<br>of a very old river. Shadows. Darkness. Ripples of the river.<br>I hear the sound of the black bird. It is your name now that is called.<br>A hand with a candle. I see you taken, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is important now is the peace of this bed. <br>It will be empty at the nearest hour. My love shall never die. <br>I whisper it to you. Closed eyes. Another journey and then<br>That man in the dark, drives us away and takes you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the other side of this lonely island.</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=493305" data-title="Stage Four de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="stage four is of course, sure death. the nerves are swerving and convoluted to utter disbelief. he says, four months more, no bonus, not bogus, not a leaf of lettuce that you play with your teeth or tongue no figure of speech can save this inevit..."></div> </div> </div>

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