<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578363" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Son That Grew From Lust.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m the son the grew from lust, my heart beat dust like a rust nail. I cursed the day I rush out the wound. To be consumed by hate. I’m doom to wait my salvation at state.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m the Son that grew from lust, I’m touch by hush. I try to push the tears out like rain clouds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lust, it’s such a crush to my soul; I don’t rush to the grave. Time is plush a mince to us. But, I don’t fight to get rid of this hurt that sink my heart, and leave me ajar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Son, they say, “like father, like son”, but what makes a father leaves his son.<br> To battle with guns on the street, to battle with life that cheat, and to battle with hate that eat us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Junius+Barnes">Junius Barnes</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=578363" data-title="The Son That Grew From Lust. de Junius Barnes" data-description="I’m the son the grew from lust, my heart beat dust like a rust nail. I cursed the day I rush out the wound. To be consumed by hate. I’m doom to wait my salvation at state. I’m the Son that grew from lust, I’m touch by hush. I try to push ..."></div> </div> </div>

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