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[sid] => 131384
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Miracles of Gold
[time] => 2007-02-05 00:07:46
[hometext] => I Refuse to Think When I Write Anymore
[bodytext] => Winter still, spring is on the way You go on put your cold away Whistles, bristles on the trees and chirping, Yellow and black, the bumblebees Defining all the fires burning I’m not done crying but I’m done learning Holding you at a dream’s fold It was night time, it was freezing cold We were lost in a lie all sold, With paper Jefferson’s to my name, crinkling paper A slow brigade, you were all on top of me Our bodies formed together, the ceiling fell, We were stuck forever Parachutes slipped, we fell apart The beats belonged behind a heart Night fell, the sky raised, love was lost And hate was praised, synching in place We took what’s faced, They’ll never find what’s been traced, For Detective shows, what murder knows A chalk outline to the lust that grows The workman cries, the window lies With picture shows of colors flying by The gray of the sidewalk floor, the yellow door Sticky pains of soda stains, a loss worth fighting for Blooming flowers, these are bitter hours We lost our love between the towers This Gin was drunk well aware, That it’d beckon you to be near, it would ask you It would task you, take care of me, Answering the carpet floor, walked on not ignored Weeping in the weaves, biting into knees I took my shaving cream and painted on the mirror frame That I’m a pawn, I’ve always been But it’s not the aim Darkness fall, you’re never one to rise We’ve been reading all your lies Doubts, pouts, and figured out’s Knowledge is no friend I’ve seen It’s taking away from all my dreams Won’t you stay away, I want to play With my sugars, with her creams Boasting to the dead, it’s all used up No one just kills themselves, They place emotions on shelves Anger dusty by opinion, happiness in the back Neatly placed by decision, I find you all easier to attack I loose my blur; I’ve got you by myself Conscience make your way onto that shelf The river holds pennies, people throw them in If you go by dark you can collect them all again Dump the copper in the water, two hundred fold Trading single cents for miracles of gold, old Lincoln Looking up at you, wash me all away I never got your purpose anyway I never got my purpose anyway I’m glad you found yourself, it’s so denounced Enter me in a pin, failure once again, Put me in the back, a lottery machine You got two blue one off seen, no green And if spring holds some hope, I’d sure like to scope Some idea of why I’m here, not a pawn, not gone But an idea and a fear Just place me anywhere, I’ll fit just about anywhere [comments] => 2 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 14 [informant] => Franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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