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[aid] => mick
[title] => Turnstiles and Telephone Lines.
[time] => 2007-11-15 19:07:04
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[bodytext] => Let's just suppose we were dreaming. You and I, chasing each other blindly through erratic turnstiles, one memory doggedly lapsing into another desire, one minute I'm here, the next minute your gone. Sometimes, we catch up with one another and stand face to face, your breath whispering a harried hello to mine. Tell me, arent these moments better than our angry, static ridden telephone lines? Tha cross crisscross and uncross, freeze and then thaw. I refuse, to answer, against all odds. Such dreams, somewhat like a narcotic reverie, whereby I sink deeper and deeper into the unorthodox utopia of my bed, where your embrace has never felt so corporeal Engulfing me, till I wake up with a melancholy back ache. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 223 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CARAAAAA [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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