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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Reverie
[time] => 2007-12-18 10:37:11
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[bodytext] => Of all things in the world, the blood was unsurpassed. Crimson, reminiscent of rubies. Precious sustenance, tasted brackish. The flesh, so pale--unscathed--was broken, wounded. Some called it transgression. I called it: ardor. The liquid inferno once coursed through my veins. And when it had all gone, what was I then? Beyond the grave? Lost? Depleted? The blade, it was there, the cut was made. Poured out of my skin, like wine. Pooled in places, profusely moving along my flesh. I felt it, I licked my fingertips. Succumbed, and licked my lips. My once scarlet lips. I gazed upon the imperfection. Pink around the fresh cut edges. A slice on the breast. Oh, gods, I felt so alive! Deeper still. Throbbed in pain. The laceration began to weep. Dripped off the areola, like rain on leaves. My heart shattered one final time. `Tis miserable to say; we will not meet again. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 52 [informant] => ryuchan [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => goodbyepoetry )
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