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[aid] => mick
[title] => an un-birthing
[time] => 2018-08-21 02:50:59
[hometext] => I spit into the face of Time. ~Keats
[bodytext] => I will always
feel
the kaleidoscope/unicorn
death
deep in my bones
hollow spaces invites
invasions
tossed by fate
to/too outer
spaces
hands full of empty
time twisting
straining not
to look back
wishing hurts
most
of all
loss
such a small
word
stirred up wasp head
with my secret
hair shirt
and blind eyes
she/'/s in the box
and not in the box
bright and as broken
as hard glass
in hollow places
my wonder dies
and who am I?
who? who?
a pen-hole whispers
the pin drops
the void
is a chasm
silent..
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[topic] => 73
[informant] => ming
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
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[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
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