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[time] => 2004-08-23 12:34:39
[hometext] => to a lass thats all you need to know....
[bodytext] => Dire clams will you not let me in, I won't steal your Jem, only to see its fiery light, taken in from first sight. I'll sit and stare, sane as that starey eyed Pegasus that spans the curtained sky with flood lights to devour shadows, a devilish horde, always lurking in the distant, never so far to reach you in a instant. Dancing to the flicker of a familiar cantos, draped dilemma, pickled rumours, gypsies forked tale sprouting from dark endeavours to hang on peoples ears as fashioned branding irons. Can it be a wonder you stray in puddles, tear drops re-born to quench stains that have tainted your path. The way uncarved to your sight, the way written in deep respite, scriptures hidden to naive adventurers who would ransack your soul to claim what rightly belongs to you. Still, as our numbered days count themselves, a private joke of the powers unknown, I'll remain your guide for a thousand incarnations, the scent around your hair will lead me to you across the ocean, the gee you poured in my soul will keep you warm through reckless nights what would sink others without a question I say this now, its is no pact as the tide to the sea or sea to the shore, its is a selfish love you see, it cannot be held and must be let free as the air we breath. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 411 [topic] => 43 [informant] => artostuff [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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