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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575700" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cloth Doll and the Weeping Wallow(recitation to sorrow)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She straddled over the lake<br>as she approached the only existing living hell<br>as she approached the lonely<br>she opened her violet eyes<br>eyes made of three buttons of a dress<br>lace dress<br>beauty<br>half-burnt dress<br>I can inhale the smell<br>of seared fabric<br>and my soul with sorrowful compassion can follow<br>the threadbare fringes as they creep painfully and woefully<br>across her skin<br>and across the ground<br>where she leaned<br>but refused to kiss</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can inhale the sadness<br>emitting through her skin<br>I can repel the darkness<br>but she said it is the only way<br>she needs, to see<br>the only way she needs<br>to breathe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I can see. And I can breathe. Through darkness.<br>As they are blind. And breathless. Before the light.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enigmatic contraction of her muscles<br>around her smile<br>around her cloth lips<br>when they slowly open<br>to utter a cry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I can look inside her third eye<br>where I can lay and cry<br>inside her white third eye<br>that remains closed<br>closely-guarded eye<br>embraced and warm<br>by a secret lullaby<br>by a frozen sorriness<br>by a woebegone loneliness<br>it is not her<br>but she has to live<br>in her third non-violet eye</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within her beauty and her pride<br>the cloth doll prepares to die<br>behind a weird smile<br>die<br>she prepares to die<br>among the lonely</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She twiddled once before the sadly plaintive weeping wallow<br>with her girlish legs<br>like sticks<br>she twiddled<br>once<br>twice<br>in front of the weeping tree<br>&quot;dance with me&quot;<br>and she touched her dress like a noble lady<br>with hands soft and skinny, inconsolable and gently graceful<br>considerate and lonely<br>hands<br>gentle and frozen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the weeping wallow leaned<br>and gratefully murmured a trite elegy<br>yet moving like death<br>yet motionless like death<br>like death</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She stands still<br>and as she stands still<br>among the lonely<br>ice cubes fall off the waving tree<br>&quot;I am not alone&quot;<br>said the sallow<br>&quot;stay with me<br>or I shall never be.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the cloth doll caressed the rugose trunk of her desperate friend<br>and crooned those words<br>sweetly and carefully<br>cordially and heartlessly<br>words that brought the morn<br>wreathed in the veil of the deathly dusk<br>&quot;we shall accept solitude<br>we shall accept death&quot;<br>and carefully again, <br>she grinned<br>and whispered to her desperate enemy<br>&quot;my dear lonely sallow<br>as you mournfully dance to the echo of the wind<br>as you painfully straggle though your waving against the sun<br>your mind shall not be shallow<br>but let your heart lay dead as it should be&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the cloth doll leaned upon the lake<br>and repeated her purified sin<br>and as she waved back to the crying tree<br>to the sniveler<br>she knew her mind should never again be awake<br>she shall let it sleep<br>her mind should sleep<br>so sleep cloth doll<br>lean upon your lament<br>and sleep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Melancholia<br>and grief<br>but lean upon your melancholia<br>and just fall asleep…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katerina+Val">Katerina Val</a><div class=q>
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as she approached the only existing living hell
as she approached the lonely
she opened her violet eyes
eyes made of three buttons of a dress
lace dress
beauty
half-burnt dress
I can inhale the smell
of seared fabric
an..."></div>
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