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[bodytext] => The word whirls A wind of rage Inside my head Sleep deprivation Insomniac And imagination is the key I wish to lose Leave locked All these doors That hide and store Skeletons Gathering dust about their bones Welcome darkness Welcome secrecy It's better than this More favoured than truth And its need To set demons free Oh the word it spins An angry web Around my heaving heart A storm brewing In my teacup I drink from this And swallow the flow Of discontent and woe Unable to confront All that looms Yet I know It is a must Amongst the many That follow Here, in the night I cry Defined by this And searching for meaning. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 48 [informant] => reilt [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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