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[title] => For what I did not do
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[bodytext] => How could I have forgotten you so easily? It has been so long so many years. I have not even imagined you; your name; the soft, honey gold hair I always knew you'd have. I made a promise those long days away standing at Jesus' stone and silver feet I made a promise I could not keep. I can almost feel you in my arms falling fast asleep falling faster than the rain has known following your dreams to sleep. I told you before you could even see that I would keep you safe that I would make the world a better place for you. But i couldn't; I couldn't even save you. Your mother's empty gray eyes growing tender boxy pain to shatter me and suffer me to dream the softest sky I could not see A better place A safer life A warm bed to lay your head and cradle you to sleep And I have forgotten you so easily so many years those long days away the soft, honey golden hair I always knew you'd have the tender boxy pain suffered in sad, imagined eyes that shatter me falling fast asleep falling faster than the rain has known following Jesus' stone and silver dreams following your sleep. Tonight, I give you what I would never give what i could not give. Tonight, I give you a name... Talia. Talia Rose. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 48 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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