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[sid] => 101389
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => April's Apathie
[time] => 2005-07-16 21:01:20
[hometext] => This one isn't mine, it belongs to my friend but since he isn't available to put stuff online, i got his permission to post it and see what you guys thought.
[bodytext] => My calluses like to scars run down the Whole of me, all who I have so become In your cleverest grip my heart benumb. And these senseless thickenings only a Docile concern arouse, the feeling of Wake-less fall, while the ground desiring, It to its self an end aspiring, Such a descension; the feeling of love. So why, dark sublunary Love on low, Cast down by the Hand of beauty greater, Into that rebellious right of traitor Beelzebub, do you our hearts plague so? But to drag us to depths apart from Grace That has long been too far for downcast eyes Of this world to see? So all blood-full sighs Move not a tear from her cold, lovely face. A pox upon you demon of sackcloth And ash! You offer but opiate hope, Whose potency wanes and senses berope With addiction’s increase! The Lord’s swath I now pray solemnly to collect me, And how sad, how dark my prayers have become. So if women do so my soul benumb, The Devil you are of inconstancie. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 22 [informant] => SinginSilence [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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