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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=566388" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nikkita: Last Of The Thousand Novembers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I mosey<br>Around the livid halls<br>Of a thousand Novembers.<br>But Nikkita, <br>Let me tell you something.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the last of it.<br>I am bereft of life, <br>But in this<br>Plush death, <br>I have never been so alive<br>In the burning<br>Hours<br>Of a thousand Novembers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A thousand Novembers<br>That gave a thousand more<br>Deaths.<br>The wind rushes<br>In a dash of daggers<br>As you make love<br>To the rancid tigers.<br>This is what you are.<br>A farce.<br>A trickster in the form<br>Of a tulip with thorns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A ballerina who dances<br>And tiptoes through fire.<br>You are the<br>Burning ember outside<br>The window that wails<br>With the night’s tail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So here, <br>With all the love<br>I had<br>That was never enough, <br>With all the<br>Prattle that I have heard<br>Your whereabouts, <br>Your new liaisons, <br>I don’t care.<br>Let time tell you<br>Of your own travails.<br>Let the motions of the clocks<br>Grant you your<br>Drudgery.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are betrothed to<br>The night’s cantankerous<br>Soiree of tigers.<br>You are the tiger’s muse.<br>But not so much<br>A tiger’s prowess.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so to a thousand Novembers, <br>My death<br>Wants verve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so to the<br>Tiger who took you, <br>And you let him take you<br>To his lair<br>Of rancorous disdain, <br>Putrid affection, <br>Petrified howls, <br>And sullied fangs, <br>Slowly puncture<br>Through her skin, <br>Mad tiger.<br>You are as mad<br>As her crazed tempest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And to Nikkita, <br>You are the last<br>Of a thousand<br>Novembers, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And mine too, <br>In a thousand Novembers, <br>I am your last.<br>I am the last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Windsor+Guadalupe+Jr">Windsor Guadalupe Jr</a><div class=q>
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Around the livid halls
Of a thousand Novembers.
But Nikkita, 
Let me tell you something.

This is the last of it.
I am bereft of life, 
But in this
Plush death, 
I have never been so alive
In the burning
Hours
Of a thousand Novembers.

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