in all days of history
when tomorrow and yesterday are fused
for all the injuries
inflicted by our fellowmen to us
and by us to them
we pause
we think we are dying almost everyday
in pain and sadness
that we get used to it
somehow
and then we forget how is it to really die
once, only once

yes only once

RIC S. BASTASA

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