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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=572220" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Similis Smiles</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the moon, he speaks - a silver-<br>tongued devil dressed in black, <br>his words slithering across my skin<br>like rain on the rhombus of a diamondback.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Similis smiles like a vacant house, <br>like the death of a dappled dove; <br>and like stains in a broken China cup, <br>he is at the bottom when it comes to love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For his heart is like a mangled mass, <br>a mountain crumbled as grains of sand.<br>Like a tear to the eye, he clouds the sight, <br>like a veil of fog across the land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The senses are stifled from his desert air, <br>like pressing fingers around my throat.<br>He slips like a stone, a rolling stone, <br>into the great ache of life's emote.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the grave, he is full of bones -<br>the ancient sorrow of hapless isles.<br>He is a carcass of man, an empty shell; <br>and like a leper, Similis smiles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Note: A simile is a figure of speech in which two essentially unlike things are compared, often in a phrase introduced by like or as as in: He was as strong as a bull. (Latin, neuter of similis, like.) Thus, the name, Similis Smiles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Linda+Marie+Van+Tassell">Linda Marie Van Tassell</a><div class=q>
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Similis smiles like a vacant house, 
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