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[aid] => mick
[title] => Nutshell
[time] => 2009-09-14 07:09:35
[hometext] => (inspired by the music of the same title)
[bodytext] => I want to tell someone I love them, only this time I want to really mean it. I didn't expect to grow up old. I only ever wanted to live in dreams, and now I only dream of life. I'm anxious in my apathy that time is running out - what a waste of time. A waste of space. A wasted face that I could never save. These notes have grace, if only to fall. You can see me on any given day, down there in my ivory tower, hollow though it may be. You cannot breach the abyss between us. And this - this abyss - it is mine. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 205 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Antzus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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