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[title] => Asthmatic
[time] => 2006-07-28 10:44:05
[hometext] => It's been a while, theres always going to be a lapse. I'm working on my novel at the moment, and my film (editing). I'm not a premium member anymore! How weird is that? I'll re-apply next month.
[bodytext] => I知 choked by your evanescent presence Your stench over powering my senses Your eyes are spears penetrating my own Your numbing touch suffocating my skin I feel your breath gliding along my neck Your presence rotting deep inside my lungs Your fingers slowly trail along my spine It痴 midnight; I知 lost inside your cold gaze You reappeared inside my diary You reappeared so sadistically Your spiders crawl so deep inside my head My thoughts, torn fragments of burning paper Breathing in the embers of the said blaze As I choke on the ashes of my past The tears from my eyes explode on the ground Fragmented into mercury pieces Running down the drain deep inside my heart I知 entangled in your web of deceit Your kisses, your lies, your fading lipstick Imprints subterranean in my mind Catch the breath from within my trepid lungs As they beckon to your every caprice I feel your soft skin brush against my hands I feel the iceberg melt inside my heart I give myself to my stolen memory Of your soft delicate eyes Beckoning me in the wind Taking me by my hand To an vague place Inside your blue eyes I find a disguise My Lungs Stop Asthmatic. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 224 [topic] => 22 [informant] => alecfernadez [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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