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[aid] => mick
[title] => Unmarked
[time] => 2012-11-25 11:17:48
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[bodytext] => As I sink, I pride myself on knowing the limits of the sky- My cheeks in leaves I stretch beneath my body reaching, moist and warm. I have a few hours with these trees that pencil their names on the clouds, clouds that gather, nothing more- I had years to choose the spot, the pose the clothes, Years to sing in a forest of competing winds. The months and weeks turned the soil and brought me Love and songs, The weeks and days brought me here, where some would call nowhere. I sink beneath my body moist, a root for better or worse- The October blue sky is folding into the leaves and the wind tossed twigs. I am fine one spider eye, then darkness overhead- I will wait with all of you suspended in the dirt, where I will talk and work and fight for the memory of the light. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 140 [topic] => 43 [informant] => jimxxx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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