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[sid] => 6155
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => seating plan
[time] => 2002-11-03 18:30:00
[hometext] => ****this poem is not really autobiographical...but kind of what i fear could happen to my current relationship. i am currently the girl by the window. everything is lowercase for a reason...not out of lazyness. copyright tanya star lewis (haligh) 2002. this poem was written on november 2, 2002****
[bodytext] => there's a girl, she is sitting at the desk by the closet
she feels kind of empty and so she drowns in her sorrow forgetting to try to pretend that she's happy. through the winter she sits in this desk by the closet watching snow fall through the shadows from the distant light of the window never thinking one thought of her lost admonition told to forget what was taken and the love that she'd given in the summer she sat in that desk by the window watching carefully all of the trees and their beauty sitting behind her is the face of another who she thought would continue to sit there forever a leave fell, then another, and they all just kept falling seats changed and she was now there by the closet all that was left was a glimse of his haircut so crooked and mis-shapen from the slip of her scissors in that brief time in between the summer and winter could she have fixed things? could things have been better? she thinks about this at her desk by the closet while she memorizes all the curves of his shadow where her hands have been, where her eyes have seen, where her mind still goes often to feel better but it hurts so bad that she hardly lives and can't help but to torture her dying soul maybe spring will be moving her back to the window is the only hope worth all her trite suffocation or maybe this time she'll be sitting by the door [comments] => 3 [counter] => 356 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Haligh [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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