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[aid] => mick
[title] => Well
[time] => 2009-11-18 19:44:19
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[bodytext] => Im relaxin with a cup of tea inhaling a sent of urbe Everything is so quiet only the engine from my pc My fingers are tingeling like a new born kid The light from my screen so pleasent with every sip im feeling you Outside a car pass by i hear everything Its light are dark red like i feel for you The wind is laying low the leaves waves so slow My mind is at ease my face the silent sea objects in my room leaving faint shadows by A hole of light i see on the simpel wall i smell the air i breathe a toast to my soul By Marc Foder [comments] => 0 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 2 [informant] => Marc_HJSP [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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