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[sid] => 46648
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Breakfast
[time] => 2004-05-08 11:35:47
[hometext] => I wrote this poem after realizing that there was someone in my life that I still loved...even after it was all over...
[bodytext] => Sitting at the table For breakfast, or so it seems People all around Foreigners, I have not talked to them ...for ages it seems But why am I here? So little did I wish To be there, even When 'we' still existed And there she is... Still sitting across from me I once worshipped the ground she walked on But now... Now, all I can do is wonder Is she alright? I still love her... Not a day goes by anymore Without the longing to hold her In my arms Overtaking me I've heard that she still loves me... ...months after those terrible deeds It will never be the same... ...how it use to be... I'll not forget how we came to pass [comments] => 2 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 22 [informant] => MorbidMongrel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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