Array ( [sid] => 174992 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Emily [time] => 2013-02-02 20:14:13 [hometext] => A little poem to a dear friend who passed away. [bodytext] => When there is nothing
around besides myself
and the night,
I think of you and imagine
you here.
You're with me when I
eat my dinner.
You're with me when I
laugh at the television.
You're here when I cry,
here when I smile.
And although you
are gone,
I am not lonely,
with just myself and
the night.

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Emily
Date: Saturday, 2nd February 2013 @ 08:14:13 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Clozza
When there is nothing
around besides myself
and the night,
I think of you and imagine
you here.
You're with me when I
eat my dinner.
You're with me when I
laugh at the television.
You're here when I cry,
here when I smile.
And although you
are gone,
I am not lonely,
with just myself and
the night.



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