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[sid] => 16761
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => -Sands of Time-
[time] => 2003-04-30 09:35:00
[hometext] => One from about twenty-five poems of this type.
[bodytext] => I reach out infront of me
Grasping Trying to hold on The rope slips through my hands The only thing keeping me alive The safety rope The line between life and death. My hands are raw Show scars if my attempts All for nothing. I continue to fall, The rope burn extreme. falling at a rate of knotts. Once i was grounded, Feet firmly on sanity Now they sink. Deeper and deeper into the quick sand. I cant escape. I grasp at the grains of sand, The sands of time, My life, Slipping through my fingers. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 211 [topic] => 43 [informant] => gem48 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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