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[sid] => 107765
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => hands and feet
[time] => 2005-10-15 01:08:59
[hometext] => the heartbreak of loved ones who forget who you are, maybe you can relate.
[bodytext] => The place where your hands are your feet You wish you didn’t have to open the door You do, but you don’t Entering here depresses your soul You open it anyway You love her, you would never just run away Walk down the hallway Another old woman comes up to you Hi carol, are you taking me to dinner? Your name isn’t carol and this isn’t your grandmother You smile with the sadness of dementia lingering unwanted on your lips You walk on You see her room, and you enter She looks puzzled and tells you that her hands are in fact her feet But no, socks don’t go there….you hand over the mittens She informs you then, that people in here are talking of war People are dying, and everyone has guns The people who work here have guns It was a dream you say She sighs, no one believes her You know she is trapped Horribly caught within herself Dreams are reality and reality is nothing but forgetting She looks at you then and says By the way, have we met? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 23 [informant] => lanabear [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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