<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=515610" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Trigger Point</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A missile in the home, <br>what they have done? <br>You are on flames.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A red smoke rises<br>from bottomless hole.<br>Memory slumps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A glow in pain washed<br>cells, calls the mirror.<br>Instead, grave diggers arrive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This was the manufactured truth<br>of the eternal kiss<br>of death. I stretch my arms</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to feel the terror.<br>The walls start crying.<br>There was no roof.</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=515610" data-title="Trigger Point de Satish Verma" data-description="A missile in the home, what they have done? You are on flames. A red smoke rises from bottomless hole. Memory slumps. A glow in pain washed cells, calls the mirror. Instead, grave diggers arrive. This was the manufactured truth of the eternal..."></div> </div> </div>

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