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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Broken Hearted Snowstorm
[time] => 2003-05-03 08:05:00
[hometext] => Following your dreams.
[bodytext] => One heart became two syllables in three minutes(BROKEN)
One parts and the other is left in silence(UNSPOKEN) Taken over from a fallen past time; he has failed Built a bridge, and she burned it down; couldn't last forever Followed the dreams, and forgot the nightmares; that's the best prescription Doctors only worried, because drugs could do no more harm than a knife Left with an empty bank, a palm tree, and a frozen popsicle And an alarm clock that never made it past 3:30 So she slept forever, and sleep was her only passion Bleeding eyes won't stop her eyes from shutting this time Summer was always her favorite season, but this time, it's winter Frost on her pipes and only cold air to breathe She lost all her power to burn a bridge, or anything The heater has malfunctioned, and her parents live far away No one to turn to, except for her five dollar microwave Or here oft-broken oven, which could barely cook soup Heating up the house with a microwave and an oven She mopes around living silent and broken Living in Florida, she could only imagine the warmth of Canada She would never survive in Toronto, because she ate eggs for breakfast Syrup was against her religion; She didn't even use it when she had a cough And maybe this is why her health was at an all time low But she constantly blamed it on God and the weather She often thought about moving to the Sahara She knew there would be at least SOME heat there But maybe it was all a myth, for she had never been there She had never been to any desert, for that matter But she often heard of the droughts and heatwaves associated with one She decided that if she ever won the lottery, that'd be the first place she went And tonight, her dreams are about to come true [comments] => 1 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 19 [informant] => ChristopherFriedrich [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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