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[aid] => mick
[title] => The histories of the damned
[time] => 2007-02-19 23:18:59
[hometext] => playing ^_^ always, abraham
[bodytext] => In great fields Watch the heather Die Everything is Dying Watch the winter Fall Can you laugh still? Can you laugh? Can you See The beginning Rot I think its The depression Thinks it’s the depression The depression is a lie A lie It is all because of what I see I have always imagined Two hallways splitting from The walls like splays of light To fill my sight forever I cannot fit my visions Into words They are only a young mans thoughts A young mans thoughts A young man Thought The world away And I today Think It back again Back again It’s back again And The Emptiness Succeeds me There is a restless moment Before I sleep each night Knowing the darkness Knowing that it suffers Its light for me It is all broken The world drinks The windows of my dreams Torment rides a thunder Cresting the mounts Of my desire It is all mixed up Emptiness begins again Everyday I waste a page Provoke my Own soul With petty dreams Desires And memories The memories of her tears And her tears And her tears The tears are always the same It is in the brook of their eyes As the tears settle upon the banks Of their silence That bellows so crudely In my heart If it could all be taken back I could not take it back The dreams of my sleep Are the histories Of the damned [comments] => 1 [counter] => 204 [topic] => 73 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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