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[sid] => 71922
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Lost
[time] => 2004-11-17 11:38:39
[hometext] => The bluest i'll get
[bodytext] => Menacing in its passive manner. I wander aimlessly, yet am full of purpose. The landscape is boundless, Yet I can barely see the next step I am about to take. Occasionally I come across something familiar, A rock or a tree, Sometimes a face, But always it is swallowed by the mist A pale ball of white hot flame burns With the blinding light of realisation, But is veiled by thick dark clouds of dependence. I wander aimlessly Yet am full of purpose. Lost in the past, Blind to the present, Looking for the future. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 63 [informant] => Mangs [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => hbadday )
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