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[aid] => mick
[title] => Where is Sanctuary?
[time] => 2011-01-04 04:14:53
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[bodytext] => The darkness is blinding,
so tightly shut are my eyes.
Too many call it disturbed,
but I cant hide from these cries.
The loitering is exhausting,
so run, do I, and never look back.
The only thing I regret
are the angelic wings that I lack
The cold is stifling,
like the space between your lungs.
Still you try to get to a higher place.
Your ladder is missing its rungs
The sight of red is calming,
a colour you unknowingly adore.
Behind your back, I find sanctuary
to paint with a few permanent scores.
Six feet under I fly.
A dream I hold too tight.
A dream to conquer the impossible.
A dream to be out of sight
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[alanguage] => english
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[associated] =>
[topicname] => Suicide
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