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[title] => Life
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[bodytext] => The sword of time will pierce our skin, It doesn't hurt when it begins, As it works it's ways on in, Watch it as it grins, At first it only bleeds but a trickle, But life wants more for it is fickle, Life is a knife to the aware, Cutting pain to share, So it pours upon the floor, But life laughs and asks for more, Tiled black and white, smooth cares, The floor of dreams rips and tears, The bloody puddle grows ever deep, But life goes on without a peep, And into the warm embrace, We fall without a trace. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Delmina [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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