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[aid] => mick
[title] => Satinwood
[time] => 2005-07-20 18:58:09
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[bodytext] => Please come to me, Let me kiss the dark skies away, Un-intended I love you's whispered under cirrus clouds, To join the murder of crows, to pick at the flesh, To pull apart this corpse, To fly head first into the wind, I wish to become invisable, To see ivy covered trees in long forgotten forests, To walk in once crowded streets long since left to rot in urban depravity, To follow vapour trails, And rules every inch of these never ending skies. In a carbon dioxide mess, We can pick up ourselves: Become almost Human, To discover urges, To feel the hand of fate, Creep upon our skin, our mortal bones To delight in clandestine thoughts, And hold ourselves still, Quiet: almost becoming nature, And then leave, Un-envied just dust and Satinwood [comments] => 1 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Urizen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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