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[aid] => mick
[title] => devour me
[time] => 2009-01-12 21:33:24
[hometext] => this poem is about how the ones who love us the most hurt us the most, and how we always forgive. its my first poem in years.. please enjoy
[bodytext] => Come snow, come. You are inevitable. Sleeping the spring summers and falls away. Come winter, come hither. Come from your den you beast. Death to all that is good. Kill warm rays. Kill its dewy blades of grass. Kill its singing blue birds upon my breasts. You creep up on the burnt waves of an Indian summer not long since forgotten. Crawl up the orange vines that brought us hope in a dark time. Slowly you hurl yourself from the heavens. Being sure to sneak and to not frighten us. Once we are in your grasp, you parade down in heaving throws that people mistake for beauty. Only I know what sorrow you bring, perhaps only to me. You destroy everything that was once good on this warm earth, my warm body, my sacred soul. Colder than ice and more jagged than glass your tear into me. Bleeding onto the ground, on my knees. Bruised and broken from muscle to limb to skin to bone. Your wind sings a sorry song. A melancholy howl crying out for forgiveness for all that you have ruined. Your freezing winds cradle me in their lifeless arms until I am too lifeless. I gaze into your cold eyes and again, I am devoured, please love, devour me. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 43 [informant] => brucegandiirwin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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