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[sid] => 145342
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Removed, but not forgotten
[time] => 2008-09-23 09:13:57
[hometext] => Hmm... the poem is all pretty much self explanitory!
[bodytext] => Carefully make a cut down the centre of I What you shall find is not a trick of the eye A blackness envelops, this heart of mine Where, in obsession, I keep my shrine Upon this shrine, your face, smeared in blood Out drops my heart, with a sickening thud It smacks to the ground but no one glances Every second passing reduces the chances, of my heart ever being saved, I saved it for you But now will you save it for me? the dark seeps thru Wait, what's this? Your figure is now in sight I always knew when this battle started, you'd fight But no, you just walk so close and yet still distant You tread on my heart, it is crushed in an instant You don't stop walking to examine the mass on ur sole You just drag it along with you as you light-heartedly stroll Bit by bit it falls away, stitch me up now, no other way I will just have to be hollow, the gaping hole left to decay The blackness slowly spreads inside and infects me whole Into my lungs, into my tongue, into my eyes, engulfing my soul You stripped away my senses, carefully removing my want for all five You left me wounded on the floor, a meal, on which loneliness will thrive A miserable, mangled, mess of human remains, Every tale of heartbreak, leaves it's scar tissue and stains. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Sianifa123 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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