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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=496163" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Fellow...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am reading every writing on the wall<br>the letters are so cold, like the arms of a dead man<br>defeated, <br>nothing interests me really, except myself, after having gone into same wars with you, <br>the self above self, that seems to be the golden rule now for survival<br>the mind must circumnavigate its own world, <br>convoluted upon its intestines<br>its own trails<br>it is you that i am worried about, the moron, the destitute, <br>the loquacious duck on the pond, <br>there is no map, and so you have no direction at all, <br>circular in motion, arriving at <br>no train station<br>i give you time, a cup of hours, we drink it, <br>i watch every syllable that your mouth is mumbling<br>because i am worried about what the child in you is saying<br>i hear every vowel there and pay attention to the power of<br>your consonants, <br>that which you cannot say, or that which cannot be ever said<br>fool, God's fool, <br>we are, and you the moron that mumbles what you cannot really understand<br>is king, <br>the wise man, that baby crawling under the bed<br>in the middle of the bridge as we watch<br>the tilt<br>if you fall, we all die.</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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the letters are so cold, like the arms of a dead man
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