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[title] => A swollen song riding the edge of the stars. ( A riddle)
[time] => 2005-11-24 12:23:52
[hometext] => N/A ^_^
[bodytext] => A swollen song riding the edge of the stars smiled wildly at the towering mountain sealing it's swell. A thunder rumbled haughtily, found wounded, open light cast across the night. A shadow forms, takes figure and frame. The dawn approaches; the moon casts itself into the sky and shines one last time. The moonlight takes my sight. The thunder catches my breath, and I breathe. The song, swollen and riding the edge of the stars, is my song. The dawn approaching is the life I cast behind. I am figure, form, and frame, a shadow in the night. I am open light a shadow burning bright before the dawn approaches. What am I? [comments] => 0 [counter] => 476 [topic] => 74 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => surreal )
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