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When I Move A Step Forward
there is something that i notice with us
when i make a step forward
you do the same
when i make a turn, you do the same
i don't think that you are my shadow
because you look so real
that i am even tempted to touch you
though i am afraid sometimes
that you may not like it at all
now i stopped doing a thing
and wanted even to stop thinking
and here you are still doing the same thing
i am definite i am not you and you are not me
for we are two different entities
facing each other and perhaps wanting to
be the same and fuse as one
are you my dream? are you my wish not to be alone?
why can't we talk? who knows if we have the same mothers?
who knows if i am your twin and mother did not tell us?
when i die, please, to complete this story,
will you also die with me?
I doubt you.Therefore, you exist.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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