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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Quarry of Self
[time] => 2004-12-28 09:28:37
[hometext] => From a time when words flowed much easier - Enjoy
[bodytext] => A Quarry of Self We are what we create in life, Through lessons learned, and not. In tragedy there is strength unfounded, And the mind mingles with the heart. Control is but an illusion that we create In hopes of finding some solace, yet As that light dwindles we see the truth In everything. Friends come and go, as well as that of Love, leaving only ourselves in the very End of things. To partake in such endeavours, This truly can quarry a mighty sense of self. Life is nothing more than search, one of that Pertaining to what dreams we hold dearest, From the most enchanting to the dreaded Downfall of a rolling tear that is shed in The darkness of life. Leaving only one thing We can take into the next life, distant memories That can perhaps shed some light onto what Seems an empty canvas as we paint yet another Picture of ourselves. 13 August 2003 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 201 [topic] => 21 [informant] => taintedsoul [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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