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[aid] => mick
[title] => She loves her emptiness.
[time] => 2011-11-14 09:22:14
[hometext] => A woman I once knew, lay with, loved and adored, in the end was an empty vessel. So sad.
[bodytext] => She used me for my eyes, to behold midnight coming, To focus beautifully on blackness, And love the birth of morning. She maimed me for my hands, to touch a golden moon, To grasp at stars and swoon, Under the guise of a distant twinkling. She kept me for my ears, to hear rains a sploshing, But to listen to nothing, That was said or declared. She stood me for my loins, sitting brutishly astride them, To use them as cutlery, And like plates then she'd wipe me. She bade for my tongue, which she shared with the town, And left me with tastes, That were never my own. When I left she disowned me, between two flights, Either upwards or downwards, I'm Descending with spite. I sobbed at her crassness, and fell like a baby, My emotive insides, always Fed by my senses. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 104 [topic] => 75 [informant] => AdamH [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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