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A Way Of Life Professed
he is lost
he intends to be lost
in the crowd
he never
belongs
to anyone
he is lost
he loves to be lost
forever
he has no world
no place
to stay
he has no breasts to hold
and keep
him in place
so keeps on looking
somewhere
where he can have a place
where he
can stay put
he is not afraid to become
a stone
only if he can find
a home
there is no one
no place
and he learns it after
so many
fears and then
he begins to love
this feeling
got stuck to
being lost
as a way of life
professed.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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