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[aid] => mick
[title] => Submerged (pt 2)
[time] => 2013-02-20 18:21:32
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[bodytext] => Sinking. Winking. Yet, not thinking. Smelled myself. It smelt like fun. Glad my life had just begun. Like a late bloom in the summer, I had no reason. Knowing I grew out of season, showed my petals to every bee. Not knowing how soon they'd flee. Sinking. Winking. Still, not thinking. Without blinking, I became infirm. Realized I was aging out of term. Stomach felt sick. Sense wasn't my bailiwick. Not ready to germinate, but, man, it was too late. Sorry God, but this seed, I have to slaughter. I'm submerged 6ft under water. A mother about to lose her daughter. God wasn't done yet. Started over. Found my feet. Had a seat. Was told to think and came back in sync. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 63 [topic] => 39 [informant] => Tarheel_treat [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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