<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=494393" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Guilt</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i know how it feels, <br>for i also know how to junk someone like a <br>hot potato, <br>i know how it feels to reject a certain value<br>and i know how to come back at it<br>without its knowing, <br>i begin to be interested at it<br>familiarize myself with its pungency<br>and memorize its color<br>i kiss its traces and hug<br>the old unwashed shirt hanging<br>inside the drawer<br>i also know how to leave<br>close the door and<br>tell myself, i will not come back to this place anymore.</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=494393" data-title="The Guilt de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="i know how it feels, for i also know how to junk someone like a hot potato, i know how it feels to reject a certain value and i know how to come back at it without its knowing, i begin to be interested at it familiarize myself with its pungenc..."></div> </div> </div>

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