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[aid] => mick
[title] => House of The Hidden
[time] => 2004-11-16 15:18:31
[hometext] => Exodus-On-Life (its me)
[bodytext] => I am the tallest roof Stuck under the moonlight Gray windows that hold nothing Reflective and near out of sight Flaky shutters Crooked at each rotting edge A yard in no comparison With a rusted fence around my head Weeds even choke the concrete Once a modest group of stairs Crumble now in the darkest memory Not as strong as was theirs But, you must cut yourself ‘Round the fence and eat the rust Follow the crumbled steps to the back Wipe away the tears and blow away the dust And you see the sunlight breaking in For a garden may flourish behind this house Beyond all the darkness and destruction It’s all in my head, even now But, you are the garden That which I speak so fondly of Behind the darkness I used to comfort Back before I fell into your garden of love.. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 152 [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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