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[aid] => mick
[title] => Somia in E
[time] => 2007-04-26 12:15:58
[hometext] => Scenes from a hollow life.
[bodytext] => Jostling are the keychains dangling from a belt loop on the jeans; smacking every time a step is made on the sidewalk-comes a gravel sound- in this luscious scene of bushes: green. Looping are the time-walls; making every single interval another gemstone; glowing colors bright down the middle of a scene at nightfall, at nightfall. Walking with a powerful thought, abrasive off the stride. Making togetherness easy to say; locked away like a bird in a vise, in a vise. It's so easy this way. To and fro; watch me go. Never with a break of my own, Set in April binds; knowing all is not well; is not well. Drowning is my conscious setting all troubles on a road; waiting for the vehicles to run them down flat so they don't bother me anymore and I can be safe at last. Blessings are quivers, made to hold arrows for the poor. Am I to be the Robin Hood to shoot them all, or the petty knight to keep them safe from wealthy death? Hold me for a thousand years; sacred night above the horizon. May the stars, all faithful depart leave me finality among the dawn. To and fro; watch me go. Never in a free-fire zone will I know how to be free from a silver button on screens of gold. Morning appears in glistening taffy tide; growing hard as the hours fly by. Being a walker that never sleeps, caring becomes easy to let sleep; let sleep. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 34 [informant] => skyhawk432 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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