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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=494200" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Face Of Guilt...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=494200" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">he looks at himself intently like<br>he were a stranger, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=494200" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">trying to find out how time, they say, <br>distorts the personal truths in each of us, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=494200" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">his face is square, used to be, but it looks like<br>a triangle now, tip extended like a boat on sail, <br>his lips from reddish cherry have turned into<br>gray, heavy clouds, <br>his beard has grown into a forest attracting<br>monkeys and birds, and so is his hair unwed to chaos<br>before but lives with such a confused mistress, <br>his eyelids droop heavy with problems, <br>his eyelashes do not have the waves of the pacific, <br>his chin the arrow before has become the<br>bow, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=494200" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">he looks at his eyes with veins like craters of the moon, <br>and asks: why did he ever do such a mess?</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>

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