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[aid] => mick
[title] => May Eighth
[time] => 2005-11-17 16:02:24
[hometext] => ...if it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger...
[bodytext] => May Eighth C-----, May Eighth is too sacred not to be recognized. Regardless of perception, we are because of May Eighth, and for the record, I'm glad we are. In nineteen ninety-three, two adult children thought they had found their dream. They had not. But, without her knowledge, and without his knowledge, the girl had given the boy a priceless key, and, without his knowledge, and without her knowledge, the boy had given the girl a priceless key. Catharsis, which begins with great need, enters a season of tremendous turbulence, and ends with purity, is an agonizing process. Even though the searing heat, the molten pain, and the unimpeachable fire of Truth are the most obvious, the fiercely roaring, spectacular, attention demanding portion, it must be remembered: The critical ingredient, the unpretentious yet essential blue flame on which all pivots, is Love. The key is Love… Your Love, and My Love. May 8, 2005 rko [comments] => 1 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 21 [informant] => enigma [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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