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[sid] => 141157
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Can't Expect You To Notice
[time] => 2008-03-24 15:48:17
[hometext] => Its old, and during a time when I wasnt getting feedback and feeling pretty uninspired. I guess I just thought I was uninspired though. Referrals to blood are ironic now.
[bodytext] => You used to inspire me so, bring words to my lips without trying. But now, you bring forth nothing. No moth to the flame, no infection to the burn. Instead leaving behind a taste, no traces of true wrenching pain or empty loss. But a dull, metallic taste in my worthless mouth. Almost a coppery liquid, not sweet nor sour. The dull taste, but taste nonetheless, than that of blood. Liquid consistency, pushing and pumping. The fuel to the engine, that paper or plastic heart. Funny thing though, heartbeats, see. The sound of birth, life, it terrifies me. I will run at the sound, enhancing those animal instincts. I tense, I watch my back, and take flight. Does life itself scare me? I can't particularly outrun it. The constant pump, thumpthump thumpthump, is it so frightening? Perhaps I know how quick a heart turns to nothing. Can mean nothing. I hear it again, but I dont run from the heart of the problem. Just from you again, that taste. You leave me, no pain, no holes to fill I guess; you just leave your taste of metal. The taste of dull blood the morning after. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 231 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Marrs [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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