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[sid] => 137449
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Fidelity
[time] => 2007-09-22 12:03:10
[hometext] => This is one of my favorite poems that I have written so far.
[bodytext] => On the sill will sit the crow. A crow whose hue the white of snow. To hear the beating beyond her breast. To feel the splitting down my chest. "Listen closely... Can't you hear? That reverberation in your ear?" I allowed myself to be debilitated by her, But never did rue or repugnance occur. She chided, I listened. The teardrops, They glistened. To her it. To listen An oblique disposition. Condoned words you never heard. I'm whispering. Whispering my fidelity to a big white bird. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 73 [informant] => moonshine [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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