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[bodytext] => No lights in any direction Breath made visible By cold and moonlight The sweet sound of silence This must be what it's like To wake up in a morgue And be the Life of the party The skeletal hands of leafless trees waving silently in the wind A goodbye or a greeting I could not say Either way would feel the same The wind whispers nothings To the questions I don't bother to ask The cold air touches me With indifference The only kind I'd allow I'd take a moment To wish you were here But I don't think you'd get it [comments] => 2 [counter] => 361 [topic] => 43 [informant] => xnoybis [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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