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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=340202" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Yadu</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=340202" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Trees cover her<br>in red lured by<br>the skirts in Prague.<br>There is grass that<br>grows: (while sharks mourn<br>the larks of some vermilion lips) <br>high-heels. They stir<br>waters. Birds. When<br>the turn of cars<br>stops the parting<br>of punk pink people she recalls Dad: </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=340202" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">how he would curl<br>by the world's need<br>of blurbs on dark<br>skies and stars-walk<br>the park with wide open umbrellas.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=340202" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Lesbian. Sir, <br>she's a girl lo-<br>ver. Blurts out far<br>from Father who, <br>stopped fishing. Since Fish don't talk. Awful.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=340202" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">*(a variation of the Burmese poetry form)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Afrodita+Nikolova">Afrodita Nikolova</a></strong></div>

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