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[aid] => mick
[title] => storm
[time] => 2003-10-10 00:26:49
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[bodytext] => Outside my windows lie only shadows of reality. The world is drowning. All the colors have melted from this painting. The world is drowning, in a puddle of white-gray clouds, settling heavily, suffocating the shadows, from above, as the gray puddle rises up below, to steal all hope of redemption from this cataclysm. The world is drowning. A black cloud races quickly toward my window. I fear it will break through. It passes over me. The tired yellow sky now offers faded color to the shadow-trees. The rain is gone, but I didn’t hear the raindrops, I sat safely behind my window, drowning. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 43 [informant] => me [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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