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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Rotten, immaculate blue.
[time] => 2006-08-02 20:38:27
[hometext] => Always, abraham
[bodytext] => I am tired. I sense an overwhelming sadness consuming me. It is the memories of my life that cripple me. It is all so clear. Red leaves, and yellow, bold black sky bled over the honey of the moon, remind me of the first time I kissed her. Rotten, immaculate blue, a bold summer heat and water in between, reminds me of the day that we met. There are many things I would say to her, had I the strength to face my own faults. We used to sit in the car and look out, and I saw the emptiness of the world. She saw the fullness and beauty of the horizon; how the moon set just so over the curling persistence of day; how each tiny window below opened to the canvases of the sun. In the absence of her delight, I am alone. In the depths of her dreams, I am alone. However, it is in the memory that cripples me, the sound of her voice trumpeting over a thousand hollow phones. Nothing I could say would endure the immensity of my longing, but I am tired, and I forget myself. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 24 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
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