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[sid] => 119801
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => My White Tee Angel
[time] => 2006-05-10 08:57:02
[hometext] => For my white tee angel
[bodytext] => My white tee angel, dwells in the pits of southeast where death sleeps and the street sweepers sweep dreams away like dust, Yet I must... Continue this indulgence with the lust for love, found in this dust like dove, who flies across skies, of purple haze so high, and eats buds from the same ten dollar bags his brothers blazed, trapped in the streets, like a rate in a maze, or like my feelings incaged in rage, Yet my love he still has... His blessed Nike boots tread glass, from barred windows as he passed the home where glass tubes grasp the veins of a mans present and past and the problems he still have Yet I seek his past... From another pain, hidden on another plane, his suffering plain in my eyes, as he spreads burnt wings towards the sky only to reach to try to fall in vain, created and burned in the flames consisting of the fires of his desires that constantly plagued his dreams, Yet it is for him I sing... A song on a higher note than death, and a verse longer than time eternal, on a tone deeper than the maternal instinct, but shorter than the last breath he breathed before his second death on the street, caused by the heated metal charged into his chest, now I know my angel was blest, Yet my angel bled... As he shed tears from wounds hidden in womb like emotional tombs for fear of tombstones of being alone, but he was tstill left to bleed as he was allowed to breathe and his heart beat, as he punctured his eyes with needles, because my white tee angel couldn’t stand to see the pain, but unknowingly, the same pain that would set me free. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 13 [informant] => RealCrystal [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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