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[sid] => 78929
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Statue Son
[time] => 2005-01-07 20:51:58
[hometext] => okay enough whining about how much my ex is a @)#$*@# i'm back to writing poems that aren't all whiny and girly. XD
[bodytext] => I am breathing hard My muscles throb This pain is bearable But my head is not. So unbelievable yet Undeniable What happened tonight I will never condone. Would you turn away As you saw you best friend broken By one you thought loved you And you were in lust with? A silver statue Small and fragile Painted with the blood of my son. Do you choose your dignity Or to give in to desire? And my statue shakes in fury At my stupidity I drink deeply from his heart He sits to watch me Wanting to say something. But he can't with his guilt, He lies on the floor And I watch from my high-backed chair I stroke my silver statue And soothe my son Whom it is of For because of my hatred He is dead. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 59 [informant] => assassinatorgirl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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