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[aid] => mick
[title] => Earthbound
[time] => 2017-08-01 14:41:56
[hometext] => To paint illusion we must cross reality, without knowing how deep the river.
[bodytext] => The author writes to fool himself.
Turns make believe to truth itself;
The known and trusted overturned;
What is, what was, must be unlearned.
An envelopes a headstone;
A blade of grass, a sword;
He sees what no one else has known;
To pen his just reward;
Most of us are earthly bound;
And never think to try;
To soar above this fertile ground;
And I will tell you why;
We see a stone as just a stone;
A river as a brook;
We label things and people;
Without a second look.
A writer clings on silent wings;
Unlike you or I;
To overtake his dreams awake;
And lift himself to sky.
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[alanguage] => english
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