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[sid] => 18639
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Cold
[time] => 2003-06-05 23:05:00
[hometext] => This poem speaks for itself.
[bodytext] => Cubes of ice run through my veins. The flow of blood turns to ice. My heart breaks as I know I'm dead already. My soul so void so torn from the day I was born. The winter of my life. Yet I wish for a cool spring day. Where the sun is high and flowers surely bloom. Yet the cold winter cuts my flesh. I cry out in pain although no one hears me above the rain. Shivers violently from the pain. For I was thrown out into the rain. The numbness of this cold yet this pain I still hold. For today my soul is so cold and today my life unfolds. Written: 2003 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 220 [topic] => 21 [informant] => lilch4ever [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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