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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fujiwara Effect</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I incarcerate myself<br>inside this harrying vertigo<br>lambasting with a ponderous<br>tirade of thunders and lightning</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And as I take the conflagration<br>brought by the sentimental tempest<br>and drown in your naïve downpour<br>the scythes of madness dance<br>like the petals gliding contingency, <br>as subtle as the gray macabre<br>behind the clouds of your squall</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And this calamity hungers <br>for more obliteration, annihilation<br>like how pain needs more pain, <br>like how an open wound inviting<br>infection to amputate the roots, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So gust after gust, I inveigled<br>the lancers to come my way<br>where I docilely lay on the mud<br>listening for the ripples secrets</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Until a storm fadangoed with a storm<br>and in the oppressive limbo<br>I rivet myself in the brunt<br>oblivious in the fathoms of despair<br>with a staid despondence</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And when everything is ailed<br>unto a consummate destruction<br>perhaps, just perhaps, <br>there'd be room for tomorrow<br>and a peace that can cradle<br>the lost perchance of restoration</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=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a></strong></div>

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