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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=560837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Last Words Of A Ballerina</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=560837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A tulip on her skived lips, <br>Tucked safely inside the depths<br>Of her sapid orifice that held<br>Closely that it has evaded the mundane, <br>Is her tongue of drenched, prolix narrative.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=560837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am her audience, among the crowd -<br>Shunned into the deserted avenues of her<br>City – the city that I rest asylum! <br>Her effeminate, lithe stance, <br>Her posing threat to the delicacy of my shambled<br>integument. Take it lightly on me, ballerina, <br>I do not have a whole lifetime to evanesce<br>Towards the plush gardens of your baleful ecstasy.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=560837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You have galloped all across the fire, <br>You have sunken deep within the Earth, <br>And you are vying to resurface -<br>To disengage from the quagmired waters<br>That do not ebb with a contagious mire.<br>You are the fire, <br>You are the ire of the heavens! <br>You are the distorted images<br>Of moist and dewy glasses of redemption.<br>And so, they have long taken your flesh<br>In this consummating perdition.<br>You are a supercilious prying flower<br>That I entertain inside my own shoddy world.<br>This did not give you life.<br>They have stolen your satin, <br>They have pillaged your swan-like costume, <br>They have imitated your swooning grace.<br>And you have died, <br>Right before you executed<br>Your very first modest maneuver in mid-air<br>As you said, the phrase that will be a mordant finale<br>Of your sepulchral gyration: <br>Hereon, nonchalantly, you have screamed: <br>”I am one with them! ”</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=560837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And from then, <br>I have had a trifle morose of doubt<br>In the heavens, <br>The firmaments that are haughty and uncouth.<br>You will still billow in my immense night, <br>In my hollow chasms, <br>Like the last words<br>You have uttered with pure bliss.</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=Windsor+Guadalupe+Jr">Windsor Guadalupe Jr</a></strong></div>

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