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[hometext] => a idea pls comment if its good or not its kinda important
[bodytext] => in the wild of the night with the winds howling a blackened howl like a train off tracks a spark of mothers light slices the sky still unable to bring sight to his poor eyes cold and barren he walks alone no clother on his back he knows no shame he was born small a drifter from the start always thought to be alone he wonders his domaine looking for insight as he wanders this darkened forest he hears a sullen sound a soft cry in the distant rain a shallow weep in the soden ground he see a lone figure in the dark held to a tree he wanders over as the rain mist covers his eyes the first gaze of soggy eyes is a beauty unmatched a slender creature of the same design he see's that the lovely creature before him is lost he askes if she knows what way in precious words she says i have been searching for something between the ocean and the hills trying to fill the emptyness that slows within since my life time i have a empty inside i have never found anyone to fill the hurt i hide i also been searching threw the dark and the light mabey toghter we can step follow whats right she looks and hold a tear as she knows this feels right now in the days since the fellowship begain they have both been furfilled they love has grown and the fear not known and there spirits been filled [comments] => 2 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 73 [informant] => lostrelic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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