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[title] => Grass Flied
[time] => 2004-09-19 21:13:04
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[bodytext] => The cold blade touch my skin It’s cold to the touch But not as cold as my heart and soul is Love….that is what has gotten me into this mess I lay in the middle of a grassy flied my tears role down my cheek I was never born to the world…. I’m trapped in a shell of hate and despair Dark blood red clouds come rolling over the ones ice blue sky Heavy rain drops hit my faces and wash away the tears As it pours I slowly stand up and breath heavy the rain water runs over my body making my black pants and shirt stick to my body I take off running mud flying up and hit me in my face….I run for what seems like hours I stop in front of a quite little house breathing hard my whole body shakes from the cold and running for so long I look down and then slowly up some of my hair stick to my face I walk up to the door and knock My true love comes to the door and greets me with opening arms and brings me in I have no fear anymore…. but that is all a dream or is it? I’m stuck in the middle between death and life walking by my self At time I walk more to death and other more to life I need someone….. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 48 [informant] => DarkSoulAngel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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