<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535671" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stage Coaches, Hands No Longer - How It Is How I Am Otherly Conformed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">...because in that moment you'll have gone so far<br>I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, <br>Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying? - Pablo Nerud</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You ask out of the blue: How are you? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(You want to test the waters first) <br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My answer: I thirst</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Going into the wild west, I am</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I am stage coaches</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hands no longer in my lap or yours</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a country of glow worms there are<br>no retreats only circles of wagons overturned</div><div style="margin:10px 0">petticoats surrendered</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ubiquitous white moon of buffalo skulls</div><div style="margin:10px 0">curved horns</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a spider web dew-dropped<br>between parted lips where <br>an arrow always misses/ <br>rots the over-spun plot <br>thin thin <br>with only <br>you the <br>main</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How now I am all scalp <br>and lips savaged free <br>untethered from the noun <br>the verb of thee</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who's driving the coach the dust will never reveal</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</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=535671" data-title="Stage Coaches, Hands No Longer - How It Is How I Am Otherly Conformed de Warren Falcon" data-description="...because in that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying? - Pablo Nerud You ask out of the blue: How are you? (You want to test the waters first) My ..."></div> </div> </div>

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