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[aid] => mick
[title] => Shard
[time] => 2004-12-07 01:34:21
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[bodytext] => Somehow, it always happens fast, All you can remember are reflections in the glass. We tasted dreams before we walked the road, Living just for then, not a lifetime's load. To remember that our hearts still bleed and cry, We still make mistakes, and to ourselves we lie. I still remember all the pictures in my head, All the words I've written, all the stories read. All the nights I've breathed, all the people known, All the love that hurts, all the times I've grown. And to the sky I scream aloud my soul, A love and life believing, never being whole. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 21 [informant] => ecly [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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