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Religiously Departed


 

I grew up in Sighet.
I was deported to a concentration camp named Auschwitz 
Once, I was deeply observant.
I lost faith in the Lord who allowed this torture
My father died of dysentery.
Nothing mattered anymore
At a time; I was well-fed.
Now, in the mirror: “A corpse was contemplating me.”

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