<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=496180" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Friend Who Had A Free Lunch With Me...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">it's been long, <br>actually, i have forgotten, that place where we used to be, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i changed, i have told you i know myself, <br>i changed, i will not tell you that i have changed, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it will be as bitter as a detachment, <br>of a clover foot, divided into two pieces, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it will be still soft, but it will be more of slipping white sands<br>between my fingers, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i do not understand myself, so how can i ever understand you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you sit on a table fronting me, yet, i do not see you completely<br>in the same manner, that i put my body here, but my mind is flying</div><div style="margin:10px 0">like a kite somewhere, while my fingers pretend that i still have<br>a grasp about flying strings and wings and thoughts, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it's been long, and i talk to you, but i never mean each word, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">actually, i do not like the color of that plate, the way the spoon and<br>fork are put parallel to each other, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the tea tastes like hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i could have told you, the tea really tastes like hell, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i have changed, <br>now i am dishonest.</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=496180" data-title="To A Friend Who Had A Free Lunch With Me... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="it's been long, actually, i have forgotten, that place where we used to be, i changed, i have told you i know myself, i changed, i will not tell you that i have changed, it will be as bitter as a detachment, of a clover foot, divided into t..."></div> </div> </div>

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