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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=488040" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For Robinson</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=488040" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">three years<br>he said he learned about forgetting<br>Von, and he looked back<br>and pondered, that Von never knew<br>about what he felt, <br>and he pretended that he had become a very ugly witch<br>and so Von was all the way as numb as<br>dead tree<br>leafless and sunless on a deserted hill<br>where black clouds <br>meet with<br>wilted grass, so much so for that, <br>he continued, he has moved on with his life<br>after he mended<br>a broken heart, but he never told him<br>about how he had become so crazy about<br>love, or was it really? <br>he worked hard, learned the art of making more money<br>until he reached that point<br>that he can now afford<br>to buy love and put it in the house like a lover for money, <br>but just the same it ended this way: <br>another broken heart, another numbness, <br>another moving on<br>to another wrong direction....</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=488040" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">ended his life with an end<br>that Von<br>never, till now, understood.</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=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a></strong></div>