<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=496017" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Those Burdens...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes inside the hotel when<br>you are with me and you open my bag<br>and check on my necessities<br>when i lay my body in bed and<br>stare at the ceiling when the noise<br>of little things can be heard as<br>chatter and when you do not stop<br>talking about us: our direction, <br>future, visions and destinations<br>etcetera....<br>i begin to think of regret having you<br>all the way here<br>sometimes, though i will not tell you, <br>i miss my being alone<br>with myself, without uttering any word<br>and yet feeling so complete and<br>relieved.</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=496017" data-title="Those Burdens... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="sometimes inside the hotel when you are with me and you open my bag and check on my necessities when i lay my body in bed and stare at the ceiling when the noise of little things can be heard as chatter and when you do not stop talking about us: o..."></div> </div> </div>

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