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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Remember
[time] => 2003-03-06 15:30:00
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[bodytext] => It is the winter of our discontent.
The flakes, a mere essense, Of that which was once held close. Floating away now, Into the sea of white that lies before us. Only the moonlight guides our way. Leading us to the illusion of past reveries. How good things were... If only we could go back And freeze that one special moment. Enclose it in an icy tomb And display it til the ends of time. For it is that single instant, That we all strive to spark up again. To make it rekindle And burn brighter than ever before. Melt a frozen heart and quickly The inferno begins to engulf the soul. Heating the body to that of a fiery love... Or grave, Depending on how hot you let the fire burn. Don't withdraw too quickly, But slowly float away into the soft abyss. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 25 [informant] => shadowed [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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