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[sid] => 51390
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => 51
[time] => 2004-06-10 22:38:40
[hometext] => you won't understand it, but that's not important. i didn't post it for comments. i posted it for me.
[bodytext] => the parts were hideously beautiful filled with promise and malaise ethereal friction brought the spark that ended the beginning for one part, at least (not long) the parts became a sum a ghastly figure that reeked of the desperate hope afforded only to those who never dreamed a future several years (or was it hours) and the flame of love grew weak (it's just what one expects) nothing ever stays the same (it's change that makes us better, right?) one part just watches in amazement as the other transforms and falls back in all logic, they should be the same but people change, you know? (it's just what one expects) she's not the one he used to love and she never really knew him at all never for the sake of Nothing we'll call these parts 25 and 26 (because one was always just ahead of the other or so it always seemed) together they created the only number that they ever could (tears like air she has to have them she seemed to crave the chaos but when he delivered she just saw him as the monster that he always knew he was and she must have been blind to not see what he would become what did she expect? honestly...) not the same eyes that she used to love to get lost in not the same lips that he used to love to taste and it's never fair or pretty when the sum seperates because one part is always much higher than it was before and one is always much much lower but regardless of division the 51 will stain and each part will carry it's scar each part will move on in unease (and for what it's worth he almost wishes that things had gone differently he almost wishes that "it hadn't come to this" but inside he knows it's all a part of assisted evolution) and their sighs shall be as empty wind blown here from Beyond and their hearts shall be as sinking stones tied to stick thin ankles and their remaining days shall be blessed, yet cursed by a gnawing hunger and memories and their hate shall outgrow their love and leave ruin in the Garden they made [comments] => 6 [counter] => 209 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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