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[aid] => mick
[title] => The separation (upon thy mountains)
[time] => 2006-01-23 20:14:55
[hometext] => Playing ^_^ always, abraham
[bodytext] => "Tis mountain buried beneath the breath of man," said she," that the kiss that kisses deep will meet when kiss is kissed deeper than sea." "Tis the sea," he said, "that hides loosely behind thy brook and shadow of a smile, and bathes my skin the blackest black and white that I have ever seen." With that, she laughed, saying, "tis not the sea, my silly sea born man, that hides behind the smiles of my smile called brook and shadow, but the sea reflected on a sea of stars slipping sadly across thy face as we embrace; that sea the deepest sea between the seas of home that take me from this place." Seeing that she had begun to weep, he said, with fingers comforting her cheek, "Cry not my love, for there is no sea, no land, no steep abraded hill, that will keep from thy heart this heart that sleeps away your love; and I promise this; that on my dying hearts desire the dreary threads of death will hold no place for me until, in the craggy depths beneath my breast, thy kiss has touched again." And knowing his promise to be empty, through smiling tears she said," My dearest love of loves own death, thy heart comes deeply from thy chest to give to me the comfort of thy lie, but lie not, for upon that dread and dreary day that upon thy hands small hands carry thee from thy rest and into the threads of death, I shall know, and upon thy mountains walk." [comments] => 3 [counter] => 474 [topic] => 73 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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