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[sid] => 30688
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => tower room
[time] => 2004-01-03 18:48:05
[hometext] => this is a about my grandmother's room, after she died i spent a lot of time there...
[bodytext] => The Tower Room I used to pretend it was a castle I used to pretend a lot of things It used to my grandmother’s room Her things are still here * I spend hours up here Sitting in her rocking chair Listening to Tim Buckley Holding my heart in my hands It’s broken in lots of places * A princess in the tower A romantic illusion Or is it delusion Hallucinating again I lay on the bed * I look through the hatboxes Crumpled straw and flowers They looked so pretty on her I try them on in the mirror Who is that in there? * I’m fifteen, fifty, now ninety-five Young and old at the same time The record skips – skips – skips Why is this stuff still here It’s depressing really * My mother listens for owls Heralding death Sitting in the treetops The streetlight comes on I play that song one more time * That house is gone now The tower torn down I have a ghostly picture Me in black leather Standing in the front yard *** gmm 2002 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 142 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Merry [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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