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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484904" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Question About Religion....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">to pass the time<br>we talk, i have nowhere to go<br>this self is not taking me <br>anywhere<br>i am not well dressed<br>i am a shadow of my mind<br>it is my mind that<br>is becoming my own body<br>my body is but<br>an afterthought<br>of a flash, <br>you do not talk much<br>you are surprised<br>you doubt about what is happening to me<br>i cannot explain<br>you do not want me to explain<br>it is obvious<br>each part of me is disappearing<br>my ears are dissolving in air<br>i have become smaller<br>when you stare at me<br>perhaps this is what happens<br>when shame<br>makes a decision<br>i do not feel any roundness of this earth<br>the space has become<br>another meaningless<br>edge of my<br>existence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i want to explain it now that<br>you start to speak<br>'what the hell is happening to you? '<br>you ask<br>feeling the roughness of my hair<br>'this cannot be true'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i nod my head and shrink<br>like some ice on the floor<br>and then<br>as you cannot see me anymore<br>you left<br>this refusal to believe<br>that things like these can happen to someone like me</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>i use to ask ' Was i God? '<br>it is this blasphemy that<br>meted the penalty</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Issa, Issa, are you preaching now<br>that it was not really what you intended? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is not too late yet, <br>it was the fake one <br>that spy that<br>was hanged<br>and died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lina, please leave the documents<br>on my table.<br>I cannot yet<br>find myself<br>just like the way you have not <br>forgiven yourself<br>once victim, now<br>the offender</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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we talk, i have nowhere to go
this self is not taking me 
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i am not well dressed
i am a shadow of my mind
it is my mind that
is becoming my own body
my body is but
an afterthought
of a flash, 
you do not talk much
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