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[sid] => 110984
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Soldiers
[time] => 2005-12-05 18:45:42
[hometext] => This poem is dedicated to my classmates. If only you knew what you're doing to yourself, maybe you'd be different.
[bodytext] => Like Skeptical Soldiers You dance in these rows, so fragmentated. Dulled eyes, once pure and alight. If color were familiar to thou, perhaps it would fade differently. Caring at the corner line, a music playing softly, breathless they've become. Nothing. A moments prayer, brought the realization to that silent doll. If this is your passion, I should leave it at the end. But knowing Is the curled razors piercing softer skin. Like Downed Soldiers Watching from the outskirts. Wishing one could stop this The hues that only they can invision. Autumn rising before winters early dawn. Repeating, what is left. This moment is my lifetime. Falsely reassuring you, my friend. That you are one, but different, shielded from the end. It flows like summer waters, a flower standing lone. Watching as it's comrades, fall to tainted calls. And if watching yourself fall Is my presentation Knowing you won't be caught For your saviors dead on location. Breathing, I know it should be your last. I've looked into your stone eyes, waiting for emotion. But never once have I been able to face my own. If I am like them, they are one with me. Like bleeding soldiers. Left in the wake of the battlefield. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 231 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Faded-Whisper [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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