<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497885" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Years And Years Of Order</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">years and years of order, <br>a century of <br>system, what have all these made out of me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">have i become a piece of law? <br>solid stone? <br>a bar of gold? <br>a thread of silence? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">have i become so less of myself? <br>that seed growing and suppressed<br>inside a plastic pot? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">where are my tendrils? oh, they have all been pruned<br>and i look so prim and proper<br>like a manicured lawn, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i have always loved the sun and<br>all my leaves wish for<br>its rays, and i have always adored the moon<br>and all my flowers<br>exuded the fragrance for the night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but look at me<br>inside the box of civilization<br>the walls of propriety<br>the house of morality</div><div style="margin:10px 0">look at me? i am whorled<br>i am misshapen<br>i am bleeding and i am dying<br>to be whole again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to be free, i am evaporating<br>into a madness that all my senses are craving</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a night nude, a day glimmering<br>a ball of fist, <br>a stab of stares</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a burst of a gun beside my butt<br>a scream for love</div><div style="margin:10px 0">look at me, do i look so ruined?</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=497885" data-title="Years And Years Of Order de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="years and years of order, a century of system, what have all these made out of me? have i become a piece of law? solid stone? a bar of gold? a thread of silence? have i become so less of myself? that seed growing and suppressed inside a ..."></div> </div> </div>

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