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[aid] => mick
[title] => So Long
[time] => 2004-04-27 15:09:39
[hometext] => the beautiful mess, where life and death collide.
[bodytext] => in distance in duress in damage in disdain in demise... comes fortune comes favor comes fragrance comes future comes the flies... then calmings then callings then classes then crosshairs then cries... find substance find surface find sentries find sickness find surprise... it's not the same as before and i won't be held around still i suppose. though you may want a little more there's nothing left i can kill you know. on the surface lay the sores underneath the blood won't chill like those. no it's different than before leave me to ache on this hill let me go. with fervency and no aim: where are the particulars? they're gone. feign dependency all the same snapshots of more pictures? so long. so long it's been since i've held you. so long to everything else... so long as they tell you that in distance kept in duress claimed in damage quoted in disdain quelled in demise... comes fortune comes favor comes fragrance comes future comes the flies... then calmings abound then callings afront then classes adjourn then crosshairs arrange then cries... find substance find surface find sentries find sickness find surprise... while i'm wishing while i'm waiting with each wonder coming asunder i'll face a smile every good awhile then remember every blunder [comments] => 5 [counter] => 206 [topic] => 13 [informant] => remy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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