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[aid] => mick
[title] => Almond Moon (morning became a sick bird)
[time] => 2006-02-27 17:19:13
[hometext] => always, abraham
[bodytext] => A violet smile uttered toiler of fields brought bright endearment broke television's breath stoned phones stretched night sipped sun spoke silver like an almond moon riding the colorless dawn. Morning became a sick bird vomited lame unwilling to fly unwilling to survive. Morning became a sick bird and we became her wings. I remember tussled hair in mountains that I have never seen. A blue mount crumbled by its steed riding the edge of memory. In the end we were quiet waiting for the Dr. waiting for some word some question of hope. There was no hope. The lobby was a painted slip slipping in the silences of a new life. The feeling was sudden supreme sickening satisfying startling like an old dream dreaming itself to sleep. My shoulder was soaked My eyes slid shut to the sting of the bright lights and i opened the door and i sat in the car and I looked at my hands. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 48 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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