<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=520750" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lost</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again, here am I<br>In this torrid clime.<br>In my pocket<br>Half a stick of Juicy Fruit, <br>Sweet though dried-up.<br>A gust of sand<br>Spins up the railroad track: <br>It is the end, again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I find a cigarette<br>But have no match.<br>Looking about<br>Everything shimmers.<br>The only thing wrong with death<br>Is that is holds no desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Stan+Petrovich">Stan Petrovich</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=520750" data-title="Lost de Stan Petrovich" data-description="Again, here am I In this torrid clime. In my pocket Half a stick of Juicy Fruit, Sweet though dried-up. A gust of sand Spins up the railroad track: It is the end, again. I find a cigarette But have no match. Looking about Everything shimmers. T..."></div> </div> </div>

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