<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497117" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What Happens When I Go...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">so many times will i watch this<br>there is no way that i can stop watching this<br>show of a<br>beautiful body</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when i was about to go, i feel the loss<br>and the grief is like rain at night<br>there is no ceasing<br>of the sounding and pounding of the<br>pain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i have hesitations of course<br>i am not the familiar kind that goes into<br>the house of<br>the mundane</div><div style="margin:10px 0">must i bury myself in the terse tension<br>under my bed? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i cannot betray what myself has been praying<br>for <br>to be free for a while and make the most<br>of what time is left</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so i go<br>into the familiar places of the heart<br>meeting everyone<br>nurturing the wounds and trying to<br>erase the scars</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when i arrive there i feel the shrinking of<br>my body <br>my hands are touching my feet<br>the door when it closes suddenly becomes<br>a very tall man</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am looking up<br>to that artificial light<br>i am lost again<br>and defeated</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=497117" data-title="What Happens When I Go... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="so many times will i watch this there is no way that i can stop watching this show of a beautiful body when i was about to go, i feel the loss and the grief is like rain at night there is no ceasing of the sounding and pounding of the pain i hav..."></div> </div> </div>

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