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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => her glow, though golden, was laden with smoke
[time] => 2005-03-09 00:38:27
[hometext] => no death or dismemberment. just her.
[bodytext] => her glow, though golden is laden with smoke and dark around the heart the dark red of distrust seams (sic) like stitches of memories of how she's been torn apart aimless walking through a cloudy meadow the flowers die (beautiful) as she passes strolling down the streets of man oblivious, teetering at the edge of overpasses carrying, silent, the burden of a generation of failure her face lined with despair sinking slowly lower in some dark rolling sea forever severed from the bane of air between the raindrops she exists flickering each time the wind blows and the stars are her slaves for each night her simple smile goads them to further glow slowly escaping reality (so clever) through her own deathless cessation becoming a ghost forgotten by most praying no reincarnation a white spot in the minds of the few who might have once remembered cursed are they for they cannot recall her, the walking kiss of december erased solely by the power of her will and the enchanting sorrow that grew (the pit into which she fell) frightened not of becoming naught favored better than this life, grey hell [comments] => 2 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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