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[hometext] => Theres a wish and then theres reality, and the finite line is the answer to a question more complex than life, it is so, because it creates it.
[bodytext] => As accustumed to life Iam torn between the realistion Iam alone And Need someone This is my downfall My greatest weakness It happens rarely because I force it so But sometimes I fail Theres something I cant be without Something of which i need My passion can't be contained with melodramatic big words This is my curse My heart Great as it is Greater than an Empire And will order more power That an army that could conquer the world Depressing it is to hold Encarserated in a body and mind without strength to ask the simple questions T'is the same eyes and mind that are fixated upon you My perfect girl My perfect girl My perfect Cat A perfection I cannot sculpt Made of a material more resiliant that diamond Hides a soul more purer than Platimum And eyes of deepest Bomium Small, but elegant Cute but real Complex as an enigma Reads as easy as a book without text Drives me harder to know more Reading between the lines Developing my taste Enveloping my desires Twisting all sense from my wall Creating my false impression Created is my fixation So Iam dammed And is impossible If you'd know me You'd of known what you want Less that you are not what I want Is the question you must solve for me [comments] => 1 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 2 [informant] => 01_zanzebar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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