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[aid] => mick
[title] => There is no love
[time] => 2005-04-04 01:30:54
[hometext] => ^_^ always, abraham
[bodytext] => There is no love. Three AM: a cigarette and bright white skies are all that I have left of my dreams. I can write the stars and the stars are incomplete dancing to a finger that cannot be imagined. I am as empty as the night typing sideways over the course of the moon. I type. I erase. I type. I erase. The world is a blank page smeared black and bold blue lines. The world is the carcass of a man The carcass of a man writhing and fighting his sleep. I dream and all my dreams are dead. I live and all my life is pain. I love and there is no love. I remember standing in the rain. I remember loving her so long ago. I am different now. I am someone else. I am changed so long ago. I loved and all my love is dead All my love the simplest smile smiling at the scene the drama the game that I play that i cannot win. I am different now. I am someone else. I am changed remembering her fine red hair her green eyes holding so many years ahead. I would have never imagined sitting here today. I would never have imagined how easily my hands glide across this keyboard her hair her body opening in the dying amber light opening at the hearth of the fire opening her love to me. I would have never imagined being alone. And then, the winter fell before us. So long ago the arizona night the stained linoleum the paint and walls and warm red wine still fresh her perfume her piercing gray eyes called green her love and her love is dead is dead her love so long ago. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 48 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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