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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Ship's Violin
[time] => 2004-10-09 12:44:08
[hometext] => another note for you Daniela, who's still on my mind...
[bodytext] => a million laughs, one falsified lost in the crowd, for onlookers eyes. a purging guilt, where to begin what's in our word, bypasses confidence. a streaking heart, beyond mistake it knows it's work, knows what is game. it's modern thought that we put forth the price we couldn't care whether wrong or just right so long as plans fares we'll stand with might like the ship that crosses dares with the burgs. pushing onward with the most tactful of things the page is endless at least that's how it seems and yes college came and ruined our dreams no it's not so absurd. on to the next thing... what are we doing with our lives? no fair! calls the rythm of the unselected elite one word and you could change the game with other players what now? we've come around and dabbled in our feast with more here would celebration come to eat our entrails one repeated quirk and the relationship fails better to have sailed straight through the gales could have thought the mishap was but a tale worth telling when you've nothing left but words. well i won't dwell on a distinctful past no more... and the story gets told long love at last like nothing you ever heard. on to the next thing... what are we doing with our lives? hey there! calls the slogan of the selecting elite one word and you could change the game with better players what now? we've come around and dabbled in greetings with more the relationship could come around to our entrails please think of the thought that i miss you. it's a thought, oh i'm alright, i'm alright. just pass it right back so i can see you. it's still on my mind, yes toronto in mind. please think of this thought that i hear you. but a thought, oh alright, yes alright. i've passed it right back so i'd see you. there's toronto in mind, all on my mind. i'm not so good with words like the lovers i've seen. i've stumbled further down than i thought was obscene. i couldn't dare enact the life of my real dreams without changing... well i'm changing... "this time what i'm doing i think is alright." better kentucky's christiansen, better be just right. i'll stumble over to check leftover entrails in sight while changing... still i'm changing... another word and i change the game or stay. ("talk to me, dance with here... in the spotlight girl!" yes Daniela: yet another crappy write, however focused.) [comments] => 4 [counter] => 243 [topic] => 16 [informant] => remy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FriendshipPoetry )
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