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[aid] => mick
[title] => Relief
[time] => 2009-10-01 13:45:26
[hometext] => I tend to worry to much with alot of things, but i know in the end i will be taken care of .
[bodytext] => Laying beneath the tree
Its shade uplifting my presence
Something seems to taunt
the chance to , all but alive
I search with in my self
A piece of the puzzle , rusted away
Feeling unaccomplished
incomplete and unimportant
I search back
The past were my heart was tender
Your one call could brighten my whole day
Your legendary smile
Lashes at my very being
No gem left in my quarry
I feel ransacked and plundered
The thought chips away
A curator left, were the garden ounce was
The garden tingled with life
Searching in emptiness
I hope to find redemption
But ill sigh and smile
Lay back against the tree , who's bark straitens my back
Ill embrace the wind , and perhaps feel lucky
and slip into a pleasant dream
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[alanguage] => english
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[topicname] => Lifepoems
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