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[sid] => 121821
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => What is done is done
[time] => 2006-06-15 17:33:16
[hometext] => No more to be said
[bodytext] => How many words come to pass Everything i could of been Now the faces are so real Their whispers a word of real I grow tired in a world of stone No longer i ask for promises I think had my stay done my best I feel my words before no longer last Like many before we grow so tired To wait a world understand In a place so insecure Our light our silent friend He wait for me I say not long now my other A place so other Forgive me i am sinn Yet for all i have done i feel i am the sun Not so many follow me I am lost in a world desire Does that make me a liar Or a savour of the day I write the word of pure insight And never follow my other Yet he is my brother. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 21 [informant] => mindset [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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