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[aid] => mick
[title] => Frozen Momemt
[time] => 2015-04-01 02:08:01
[hometext] => Thoughts and comments appreciated as always!
[bodytext] => A frozen moment:
Time arrested in the air,
As a floating quotient.
The clock's tick stopped,
And seconds hang impaired
Like Samson's severed locks.
Save the broken day away,
And gather up a sliver
Or what shadow still persists
Of that which hasn't gone astray.
Troubled hours still exist,
For life is always bound to wither,
Echoes in a corridor that seems
To have no end;
Fruitless marching up and down
For truth that breaks and bends;
Trapped inside a clouded dream:
A picture without sound.
The heavy future falls
And breaks the mold.
Burdened is the mind
That builds its walls
Before the path unfolds.
An outcome unavoidable:
The blind shall lead the blind.
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[informant] => Wordsmith123
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