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[sid] => 49251
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Silence
[time] => 2004-05-26 20:15:42
[hometext] => ...would you consider this 'dark'?
[bodytext] => The hands come together but make no sound; the effort is simple in vain. Friction on her hands is not to be found and the silence is causing her pain. A tree falls in the distance and it used to have an unsaid poise; and who is proud enough to take the stand- and say it makes no noise? The King is used to hearing the trumpets blare. Even though harder he pushes the air Badly, the trumpeter fares no one heard, because nothing was there. The child cries and blindly yelps, as death creeps into his fathers face. But not one soul hears the pleas for help except the Devil, with his bloody mace. This does not bode well for if there is no one to tell our boasts and lies; we might as well say good-bye. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 13 [informant] => sammydid [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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