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[aid] => mick
[title] => Close to Death
[time] => 2004-04-20 20:51:26
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[bodytext] => I sometimes wish that I could be alone: Really alone, with neither my God nor friends. The people near me then might well be stone: Just faces on a frieze that never ends. And I would travel in my mind towards death, A world within a world sealed like a tomb. My thoughts would be as silent as my breath, And, like my breath, expire at my doom. Such thoughts would make me shudder A world where I may enter and find rest. A rock gives way within, and I walk through To be in laughing eyes a welcome guest. Thank m God I have you, friend, that I might stay And be as I could be no other way. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Piper [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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