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[aid] => mick
[title] => The possibility of a new day (the immensities of heaven)
[time] => 2006-12-06 01:13:12
[hometext] => It's not done yet, so please opinions ^_^ I never can figure out if they're any good...and I don't want to spend too much time on it without knowing ^_^ always, abraham
[bodytext] => The possibility of a new day riding through the rain comes blossomed in the somberness of a burgeoning hypocrisy. She was a sundered folly dreaming the night a barren dust foreseeing new pain, alone, unloved, and forgotten, and I, I was lost in the depths of desire. Her eyes as I remember them were drawn like a curtain in the sand, or as an untouched land sweeping through the shadow of my sight, or as the night, a moonless plain finding peace in the silence of her tears. She was a bitter intensity persuading the sky come stained gray crawling through the softness of her flesh. She was a thunder broken over the temples of the night, no star could see the anguish nor mask her light, and no blustered stormy day could calm the great deluge of her love. Yet in my dreams, quietly succeeding, a new dawn brushes from the twilight of her face her fear opening before her, the first light of day is as the buoyancy of her hair curling slowly over the valleys of her breasts. The mountains of her sorrow rise in great trepidation, are overcome by the assurances of the sun, are overcome, and are embosomed by the immensities of heaven. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 202 [topic] => 24 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
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