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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Postcards</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The pageantry of bliss -<br>I watched them in full light<br>that burns out the soft graze<br>Why, on a sunny August, <br>with passersby gilded by ebullience<br>do I have to be a wretched man? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The mirrors bend backwards<br>to my toppling complacence<br>and slivers uncouthly when<br>I unfurl my crooked teeth<br>in what should look like a smile</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I counted the black birds<br>that perched on electric lines, <br>I counted the phone's dial tones, <br>but I cannot count the thorns<br>tossed upon my open sleep<br>that sent my dreams in an asylum</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The night will always arrive<br>exacerbating a painful affliction<br>where I am enthused to write<br>and these words I tinker<br>will try to tickle the tassels<br>on the fringes of your blanket</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And I didn't need to count<br>the diminutive tragedies<br>and benumbing dejections<br>for they are always abundant<br>guised as cold orbs assailed<br>into the inverted stygian ocean</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When the clock falls into sequence<br>and quintessential pain engulfs<br>the root of my prime disease: love, <br>my words beget the stark naked frailty<br>and hoists an oppressive defense<br>in a hapless, puny onslaught</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Where are those postcards<br>that lured me with sunshine? <br>Those kind words that were<br>as generic as a wanton smile? <br>Those postcards enveloped<br>in the treacherous skin of hope?</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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