<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489815" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Is It Not Surprising That A Friend Writes About Prayers Today?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">how can i say that i did not like what he wrote days ago, <br>about his eroticism somewhere in the hospital<br>in the room locked by him with his victim<br>(the willing victim, who does what he tells<br>as he struts his masculinity around her<br>as he spreads his legs while, allegedly she bows before him<br>like he is the god of sex<br>as she lays before him, naked and all willing to bare it all and have it all<br>on graveyard shifts, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it was not funny, and he felt so sexy with his stories, which may not be <br>at all true, it all depends on his capacity for <br>truth, or imagination, and then today he shifts his gears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">praying to the saints, asking God for divine mercy, <br>and lots of invocations for peace and harmony and what not, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes i ask, does he ever know what a split personality is all about? <br>what i know is that sometimes we just play with words, <br>chase our own shadows, and make stories just to fill our boredom</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i guess, he is just transformed, from profance to profound, and he must have<br>felt the sense of home, the self, the temple of something divine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">at least, with a sense of dignity.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489815" data-title="Is It Not Surprising That A Friend Writes About Prayers Today? de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="how can i say that i did not like what he wrote days ago, about his eroticism somewhere in the hospital in the room locked by him with his victim (the willing victim, who does what he tells as he struts his masculinity around her as he spreads hi..."></div> </div> </div>

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