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[title] => Content?
[time] => 2015-08-15 17:46:51
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[bodytext] => Rain... I heard him pouring. I was weary. "Sleep, shut all eyes..." I was wary. Though clouds are shelter From burning hope How could I differ night from morning? It descends I'm fearful "Lay with me and rest." I'm elated but destitute, without friends But he who relieves my stress I obey, he grants, through cool crimson Trickling down my hands. He thunders I feel him in my chest Gripping, embracing me in every breath. Much sweeter then my mean friend death. "Keep fighting. I am your escape. Lay and draw the drapes." I'm content... I'm content?.... [comments] => 1 [counter] => 139 [topic] => 13 [informant] => poet17 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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