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I Carry Within Me a Church Without Doors
I never had a religion.
Only thirst.
And instead of drinking,
I shouted.
I was told I am lost.
That I burn too much
and God does not come to those who shout.
But He answered me only when I howled.
I carry within me a church without doors.
No priests.
No icons.
Only a cross shaped like a question
and a Gospel written with the blood of a dreamer.
Copyright ©
Florin Lacatus
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