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[sid] => 57133
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => White Echoes
[time] => 2004-07-22 06:06:47
[hometext] => A poem of place, under supervision.
[bodytext] => Pristine smells down white corridors. Footfall sounds for cringeing veins. A lonely cabinet holds the secret. Four walls hear my own disgrace. Someone, writes my inner sanctum. No-one knows how to escape. Bars are placed across the eyes And ears are locked away from sense. Respite is forgetful daylight Bouncing off these callow walls I ask myself to wander far And wide. But all I hear are the questions. __________________________________ I miss the tree outside my window. I had apparently asked it to be cut down because Its branches rapped on the glass, giving Me nightmares throughout last wintertime. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 230 [topic] => 66 [informant] => Mr_jeremy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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