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[aid] => mick
[title] => Home
[time] => 2004-06-03 13:07:46
[hometext] => I look above and there is no ceiling ...
[bodytext] => Long thick blades of grass Scrape across our feet. Alone I’m walking, under breath talking, an unexplored memory of you… Here we embarked on a quest and a half Of our situations unique as they were. Being happy where we were, yet still sad where we were not. Reassessing yet imploding, A Summer well spent. Yet the spell under I was put… My face held flat underneath your foot, Simplicity redefined As I embraced the wasted time. I felt the misconceptions of me were unjustified, ‘’What I heard’’, your sleek voice replied. Many days sat in debate, Open only to opinionate. Those righteous feelings provoked through past years of Hands over our mouths. Now the world has changed, Darkness how you choose to be portrayed, Now I’m cold and feel betrayed. Many a day in the long thick blades of grass, Scraping across our views. You never stepped inside my shoes, We never made the whole incision, Only within time to make it Home. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 43 [informant] => broken-glass [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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