<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=556298" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hot As Cold Wax</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hot as cold wax, blue as the sun.<br>The forgotten tribes running, running, running.<br> <br>We are the children of deceit.<br>We are the unborn ambitions<br>of love-struck demons<br>who attacked the<br>village walls.<br> <br>Calling for help, screaming for help.<br>Rushing like snails to doom, to doom, to doom.<br> <br>Racing cars around a track.<br>Broken shadows that will<br>never admit their pain.<br> <br>Their shallow eyes masking<br>their glancing vibes.<br> <br>We are the perfectly formed cells<br>of disintegrating morals.<br>We are the freshly turned pages<br>of books left littered<br>on a library shelf.<br> <br>The frozen popsicle is melting, melting, melting.<br> <br>Shifting from down to up, from up to down.<br>Back and forth, forth and back.<br>Holding symbols high<br>as if they could<br>actually become<br>alive.<br>Leaping lies<br>from a religion.<br> <br>We are chaste and we fornicate.<br>We are pure and we destroy.<br> <br>Hateful windows left open to<br>let in the insects who<br>refuse to die.<br> <br>They jangle the nerves like fire.<br>Burning, burning, burning the<br>skin. Burning the eyes.<br> <br>We cannot see. We cannot feel.<br>We cannot be all we can be.<br> <br>We are evil and we are good.<br>Empty and full.<br> <br>Hot as cold wax, blue as the sun.<br>The forgotten tribes running, running, running.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Chris+G.+Vaillancourt">Chris G. Vaillancourt</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=556298" data-title="Hot As Cold Wax de Chris G. Vaillancourt" data-description="Hot as cold wax, blue as the sun. The forgotten tribes running, running, running. We are the children of deceit. We are the unborn ambitions of love-struck demons who attacked the village walls. Calling for help, screaming for help. Rushing li..."></div> </div> </div>

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