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[title] => My Longest Day
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[bodytext] => We feel the sexual frustrations And/or some twisted variations Of our all too human mind The ways and means We’ve left behind So on some level or another barring Sigmund and his Mother We’re waxing fragile in our plight And screaming quietly at night And though true love might be quite near us Our lovers learn and come to fear us For we’re not always soft and kind Crippled hearts and damaged mind Put a Band-Aid on the bleeding To ease the tears, and loss, and pleading We put our broken toys away And somehow live another day A pretty world through rosey glasses One amongst the huddled masses hopes to be the one of many But, rightly knows he hasn’t any Of those gifts which others seek A truth that makes him tired and weak Then comes the tolling of the Vespers We travel North, and South and Westward And end up in some little town But still could not escape the sound That echoes through our mind and after The muted cries of long dead laughter The childrens’ eyes which trust unfailing See my death grip on this railing Lest I fall screaming into madness My joy in contrast to my sadness I know tomorrow isn’t coming The days are endless in their running Still love’s a promise that I keep I find it only in my sleep It seems to full bloom in the night But dies when captured by the light So as it stands I have to say That this has been my longest day [comments] => 1 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 48 [informant] => paladin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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