<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511256" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A cold bed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">That feeling of cold insecurity<br>now slept on, feels even more sharp<br>in the morning's light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She holds her hand to her head, <br>her eyes deep and dark, worried.<br>Her face serious.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sheets are her only protection<br>from a hostile world and she delays<br>getting up.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She ponders, worries and frets, <br>but cannot put a stopper in her troubles, <br>they're too large</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sound of an opening letterbox<br>is like nails across a blackboard<br>or the squeak of chalk</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and as she lies there, pale faced, awake, <br>the final demand hits the hall floor<br>like the falling of the guillotine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ruth+Walters">Ruth Walters</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=511256" data-title="A cold bed de Ruth Walters" data-description="That feeling of cold insecurity now slept on, feels even more sharp in the morning's light. She holds her hand to her head, her eyes deep and dark, worried. Her face serious. The sheets are her only protection from a hostile world and she delay..."></div> </div> </div>

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