<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493886" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Box....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">foolishly i cried<br>my face opens to you with all tears<br>so unlikely of my <br>present position but there is enough time for hiding<br>and it is already killing<br>a part of my body<br>and soul<br>and so today as you face me i have become less of a man<br>of this world<br>as i break open<br>the divine<br>that stoops, or even bows down and weeps<br>asking for forgiveness<br>beyond all this justice, love, <br>beyond love<br>what could it be possibly? <br>an openness for<br>the inevitable Lord<br>when you ask that i finally leave? <br>i confess my innocence<br>this unrepairable brokenness<br>this box....</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=493886" data-title="The Box.... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="foolishly i cried my face opens to you with all tears so unlikely of my present position but there is enough time for hiding and it is already killing a part of my body and soul and so today as you face me i have become less of a man of this worl..."></div> </div> </div>

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