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[aid] => mick
[title] => Amy 1980-1996
[time] => 2005-01-09 23:57:01
[hometext] => This was written way back in 1996.....I tried to rework it a little....but it was such a long time ago.....not even my tears will give what time took away...always, abraham
[bodytext] => Amy, In hiding, I’ve forgotten the times we had. Our tears evaporate, serenity closes her hand, and we dance. No one has ever held me so tightly. (only this tightening despair) Had i remained, would your hands have been so quickly gone? (For your life i would have rid myself.) Amy, how i’ve longed for you, my angel fallen to her knees. Where have you gone? Away from here, no torments to follow? Recalling now our violent words our harsh good-byes Your eyes were sealed, an honest dissolution, when they found you. I never understood why... Your voice, calls to me in dreams, wakes me from my sleep (What did i do to cause this?) with haunting eyes. I still remember the dress you wore, your first, for beyond red satins. Once, my voice could not capture my laughter your voice breathed supreme over every summer field Now, your silence lingers over death and fear, your tears To be with you again, one last time, before the dark plains and summer breezes bleached your hair, as you told me of your poetry, your pain. Amy, i think sometimes, I loved you. Your friend, Abraham [comments] => 6 [counter] => 210 [topic] => 39 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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