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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=515183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Passion Is A Hurricane</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=515183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ending of the thought<br>does not bring a lull.<br>It is a sequel beyond <br>my reach. An old extrication, <br>I dig for my roots. <br>The forgotten names, <br>the unhealing wounds of a doctrine, <br>a tiny memory of pulsating embryo, <br>not yet born! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=515183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fear generates a kill. Ferocious movement <br>inside the cells slowly, <br>you become zero without a center.<br>The tangent skips <br>on your surface. Claustrophobia. <br>You start breaking the walls.<br>Fighting anxiety & shame <br>a timeless timber without a foliage.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=515183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My ignition point is hurt in<br>the new culture of game.<br>How we approach the road, <br>which smells the death, <br>blood or smoke? <br>The passion is a hurricane. <br>Uproots all the bones, <br>shatters all the roots. <br>A glory reckons after a while, <br>for the election of sorrow.</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=Satish+Verma">Satish Verma</a></strong></div>

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