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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=561038" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Let It Fall</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One more anti-hero worship<br>from the depths<br>of some enigmatic fool<br>that left the suburbs<br>for the open fields<br>of post modern flight from hell.<br>No, not from the quakes<br>or the rumblings of racism, <br>that stench we all tend<br>to want to get rid of, <br>but the fact that there<br>were just too many things wrong.<br>So off I went to the last<br>journey of my youth, <br>through the pubs and alleys<br>of Los Angeles that served<br>many nights of reckless talk<br>and the establishment be damned.<br>There goes Happy House, Scream<br>and all those open up at 10 pm<br>party houses, where you paid 5 bucks<br>to drink yourself to life, <br>and walk out Saturday morning at 6 am<br>like the kind demons we were.<br>And dance the pain that we had<br>kept for the week<br>and wonder what 30 would be like<br>and if the Virgin Prunes<br>were right about<br>'If I die I die'.<br>But then, that love in your soul<br>the one that makes you write<br>and pour out those false indignities<br>that caress your heart and mind<br>for after all we've been through<br>stars have their moments and then they die</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sai+Srujana">Sai Srujana</a><div class=q>
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from the depths
of some enigmatic fool
that left the suburbs
for the open fields
of post modern flight from hell.
No, not from the quakes
or the rumblings of racism, 
that stench we all tend
to want to get rid of, 
but t..."></div>
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