<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540577" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Body Snatchers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twilight emisssary</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Under a full round moon</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Pregant from a white shining necessity</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A goodness 'breeding'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Lips raised soft</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Erect to feed</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The so many hungry mouths</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> No this is no 'third world no mans land'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> This is the desert of the heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The scattered wilderness of unseeded souls</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> And they roll </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Dustballs in a homeless desert</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Searching out</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For roots of barreness</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Of snatched dreams</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Of clawing earth</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They break you down</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To dust</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To shell</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Body snatched</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> One second from becoming flesh</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> From being a living single self perpetuating cell</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> yvette m smith dec 08</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Yvette+Smith">Yvette Smith</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=540577" data-title="Body Snatchers de Yvette Smith" data-description="Twilight emisssary Under a full round moon Pregant from a white shining necessity A goodness 'breeding' Lips raised soft Erect to feed The so many hungry mouths No this is no 'third world no mans land' This is the desert of the h..."></div> </div> </div>

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