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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=496706" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Unspoken 2</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">there are letters where some stains<br>still stick, like some fading drops<br>of water color on a very clear <br>sheet of perfumed paper</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you have read them not just once<br>but over and over<br>for years and years</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you still cry. You blame your mother<br>whose genes are sentimental<br>about some broken hearts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you check the trunk again<br>and open a bundle of papers<br>sensing those perfumed ones</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a dry petal of a rose<br>black bold strokes of <br>a pen, some words that you <br>still want to read: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i will love you forever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you are taken back to the time<br>when you were a smiling <br>lover beside her</div><div style="margin:10px 0">along a boulevard<br>holding hands and talking<br>about sweet nothings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you hear the sound of <br>a boat leaving</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you see some <br>lights flickering </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>dissolving far away <br>from you <br>on a <br>black horizon.</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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still stick, like some fading drops
of water color on a very clear 
sheet of perfumed paper

you have read them not just once
but over and over
for years and years

you still cry. You blame your mother
whose gen..."></div>
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