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[bodytext] => Coffee is the murky liquid that echoes the mud Slowly creeping to the doorstep of my denial I wonder as the sky dawns with thick gray again If this will ever be set free Twirling in some realm only we could reach What would I say to you now as the rain trickles down my nose I have lost my way The fields of dandelions slowly wither to this desert of sand Creation of the cage that shutters and groans As I battle with this need I believe in the wind the only thing left to me when all else fails Becomes misunderstood You can never know these aches, these longings That burn within like the fire that raged to high so many years ago Numbly I stare out over this void this vast space of empty murmurs Women yet so very minded like a child I continue to endure over and over with no idea how The sun comes back to this place [comments] => 0 [counter] => 140 [topic] => 43 [informant] => TheTimeOf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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