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[aid] => mick
[title] => black
[time] => 2002-10-13 22:15:00
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[bodytext] => words on a page, scripted with care
winterson, dickenson, plays of moliere, black is the centerpiece of our eyes, that protect us from light and betray us in lies. midnight and black brings comfort and relief, black is a colour of unending grief. cats and licorice and shiny glass beads i wear on my wrist, thinking they protect me. middle of winter when light is the least, it is the colour behing the word triste. words that assault me pierce through my heart black surrounds me before i make a new start storm clouds on the prairies, refusal to see, black cloaks us in anonimity. elegance and swirling around in a dance, ravens and onyx and in a cruel glance, sticky tar roads on a hot summer day, digging in soil, a child at play. the skin of a woman wrapped in silk like a queen, stately and grounded after all she has seen. fundamentalism fear look for light through the crack, the colour of the taliban turns hearts into black. pieces of coal, permanent ink' a canvas to sprinkle stars on i think. black is silent and slumber and hearing him stir descending waiting for dreams to occur. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 206 [topic] => 21 [informant] => colette [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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