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[sid] => 147845
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Speak to Me
[time] => 2009-02-07 23:54:56
[hometext] => Very pleased with this one, hope you are as well.
[bodytext] => Speak to me. Weave meaning from desire Horizon come from stark and swirling gyre. And summer falls-- that wind so oft admired. Sweet phantom cross, whose sacrifice expires all too soon. I am one who does not cease to bruise. I am one who dares not seek to lose. I am he who can not bear good news. Those heavy eyes: cages lined in a cold satin guise. I am one who numbers the tries. I am one who colors the skies. I am he, from whom wisdom flies, flees, and dies. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 221 [topic] => 32 [informant] => joelmuses [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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