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[sid] => 5358
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => When Love Ends
[time] => 2002-10-21 08:45:00
[hometext] => "This is sometimes what we go through after the love has gone."
[bodytext] => I lay in the impression your body once made
in my bed and wonder how long the pillow where you slept will remain warm. The volume of beautiful choices diminishes as I realize I must now visit where our passions tower has fallen. The silence only makes me hear you more as the dark weight of the hours drag behind me. I must remember that inside the fallen fruit the seed is not dead, as I realize what used to be with, is now without. Our bed burns of love no more as I wonder with a jealous eye who will be tasting that rich body of yours now. When will your silhouette disappear from my vacant heart as I seek to find out how long I will remain a hope junkie. The slam of the door doesn't abate my hunger for you while I've found my begging letter seems not to work. I no longer have any place to keep my memories as our mementos fall to the ground like autumn leaves. For me living becomes a stranger as I cling to remembering what day it used to be. Every room I walk into is vacant as I desperately try to save myself from daggers drawn, quick to show my breathes revenge. For now I must relinquish my soul, clear to see that when you left you administered the lash and I ended up "eating the bitter bread of banishment." [comments] => 5 [counter] => 230 [topic] => 22 [informant] => OysterMoon [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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