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[aid] => mick
[title] => Listen Truly Maybe
[time] => 2004-11-08 17:31:41
[hometext] => this is Exodus-On-Life--my other account is messed up for some reason, thanks for any comments on this account
[bodytext] => The day that you said to me "Listen truly maybe," Could have been the greatest day But, we shall have to see I remember the trees dead against the wind Cold, crisp breeze They threw their leaves at everything Crumpled, even crinkled if you please The pavement was even colder Even as your words began to disperse As beautiful as the day was The trees couldn't escape nature's curse The blue in the sky went on forever It masked the small here and there Little wisps of clouds that remained And the words you gave me and I came to bear It was the greatest of days Even with the realization from those fateful words And as I was stuck in redemption I smiled at the trees and whistled at the birds No one smiled back Not even as the words were said But I gripped the vision of dead trees And I shoved the feeling to the back of my head You were there Just as you were before You spoke to me a realization Whispered in my ear, and I held you in the door The words were everything and beautiful Crashing straight with the leaves down on me I tried so hard to cleanse myself from all those days And I remembered when you said, "Listen truly maybe." [comments] => 1 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 13 [informant] => ExodusOnWeezer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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