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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Contours For Gazing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He's the look of one who cuts his own hair.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The scar between his ears, broad, <br>stretches contours for gazing. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Something happened.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">One cannot think ill of him who now <br>eschews any man with blade or shears, <br>his face is proof enough not to trust.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Still, he walks upon the world, a gash in air <br>which does not care for looks of any sort.<br>Frightened children do not cry out though<br>their play is stopped. Bullies cross the street, <br>heads low in leather, trying to be invisible. <br>Dogs suddenly silence remembering to <br>quickly go where their tucked tails point </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">- away. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Nothing can undo a look which undoes many.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He carries his book, large, heavy, <br>front cover turned into his tweed, <br>tucked under his arm, something <br>he can hide while the title he is screams. <br>He, like the dogs, is silent, he needs <br>speech no longer. People have not heard <br>him when he once did speak, do not hear <br>the loneliness, the moan his face has become <br>which is large, Biblical in proportion to <br>the grief he tucks beneath the other arm <br> <br>and wishes no harm to the world.</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=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</a></strong></div>

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