<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=515527" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Next Wall</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the whispering voices<br>laid down the arms on the skull of the leader, <br>father of pain, then asked the guns to fire<br>a last volley towards home</div><div style="margin:10px 0">targeting the prudence of fingernails<br>who crossed the gap<br>seventy thousand years ago, <br>the progenitors with exposed genitalia: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the dead man’s mouth was full of<br>secrets, my god, they were frozen pistons<br>of sugar, face bloated of pride, <br>absolutely white, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the skin had been very kind<br>a pink shade of poetry, you deliver<br>a rose for unnamed soldier<br>I break the windows and mirrors</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Satish+Verma">Satish Verma</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=515527" data-title="The Next Wall de Satish Verma" data-description="the whispering voices laid down the arms on the skull of the leader, father of pain, then asked the guns to fire a last volley towards home targeting the prudence of fingernails who crossed the gap seventy thousand years ago, the progenitors wi..."></div> </div> </div>

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