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[aid] => mick
[title] => Fornicated Mind
[time] => 2004-11-27 23:14:27
[hometext] => ..... he touched her soul yet burned the core....woke the siren and hid the girl.....kindred spirits from long ago lore....may the wielded whip so unfurl....
[bodytext] => She's run all out of paper the lines have grown to fade a flicker left over from the taper it's now time to raise the shade. She's gets the final word right along with the picture he never really heard nor chose to see the stricture. It bends her broken mind to think of their careless ways everything they leave behind while keeping her on display. She scoffs and scorns her cries desolate in her grief always the one who tries as they run out like a thief. Her dance is far from over a journey set to repeat when rolling in the clover fate does ruefully cheat. She understands it all too clear now it ripped away her net she surrenders but does not bow nor dons that collar yet. She's borne the searing pain and half the price of shame she's suffered hard like cain her mind was the last to maim. Patience was her virtue beauty this wretched curse destiny is way over due for she's already ridden the hearse. She's tired and bone weary of only getting a taste so now she's forever leery but far from being chaste. She offered what no one had ever touched a core within herself now she's standing stunned and so crushed left dangling from the shelf. She releases with her absolution the noble sir with all the charm saddened by the dissolution and all the remaining harm. He touched her soul yet burned the core woke the siren and hid the girl kindred spirits from long ago lore may the wielded whip so unfurl. So she lays broken and crawling lost out in the rain at her mind the demons are mauling they laugh 'cause she missed the train. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 219 [topic] => 48 [informant] => jaeann [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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