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[title] => I think you're bionic.
[time] => 2010-01-02 13:57:55
[hometext] => (This means a lot to me, as it sums up the last 6 months of my life, and is the first real poem I've written and finished since June 08. I'm eager to hear your interpretations and thoughts.)
[bodytext] => It's Christmas eve and I'm making shapes with my breath Like you did in the dead of summer. You're miles away, across the tracks, But we taste the same fire tonight Through a secret path suspended in mind. And we're spitting flames so hard it's hot to the touch. I can't catch your gaze...ing eyes have so much held back, she said. She takes your breath, she steals my words. We're lurking in fog and your voice starts to slur. I want you in my lungs And everwhere in between, Your aftertaste and the stand on my hands... They can arrest my every dream Or I can dream of sober smiles. Trace the veins gripping my eyes And convict me of falling into deceit. I never thought I'd dance with the devil, But now you're in my dreams and We can't wake up and fall apart. And we can't hold fire without getting scarred. I'm tasting dirty flames And you look appealingly cashed. I can't run on empty without a wish But my fuel is out and my heart is scorched. I now have nothing but black lungs as my consolation prize, And your lying grin melted into my memory, Burned onto my eyes. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 64 [informant] => drapes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 12 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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