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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Of my lady
[time] => 2002-10-27 15:00:00
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[bodytext] => She stares at the mirror for the longest time.
Staring at eyes so weary and dull. Eyes waiting for the chance to sparkle, searching for that last moment of love, the last time he was near her. Lonely eyes locked on the mirror. Where is her comfort? She stands trembling like a newborn fawn. What can she say to her friends? That she clings to being his wife, Begging with every movement For a sign of love in her life? She cried when she read this, Though it was not written to her Or for her, but only of her. She stares at the mirror for the longest time, Looking for someone who loves her. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 39 [informant] => darkeyedman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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