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[aid] => mick
[title] => Destination Now
[time] => 2005-01-12 20:56:29
[hometext] => ... december's baby......
[bodytext] => you'll never know where the light is if you keep your eyes so tightly closed you're gonna miss the turns up ahead if you're forever looking back you'll not ever learn the answers if the questions are never posed and you'll never gain your presence if being here now is what you lack...... Salvation comes to those whom wait just a blink on one fine day nothing ever really troubles fate rest easy now before you stray the risk runs to there then off to the left a little past sunset's door don't be looking oh so bereft despite knowing all that's in store all's on the table up for debate look behind as they betray someone needs to lock that swinging gate erasing all that comes what may sows her green fields by light of moon the blooms come alive when spring does fall high arcana visit much too soon as the enlightened faerie comes to call chance is just something that you overrate if you could somehow find the way one can only count their traits as just another shade of gray a trip down the road and across the brook to the bridges burned so long ago to a pathway that only a little girl took without ever glancing down below she wears nothing but her frenzied state a little past tomorrow's delay by yesterday she's way too late and life's ends will begin to fray she dons her wings with her opened mind and flies to the other side resting wherever she may find the plane on which she no longer hides writhing along the stage to state it's the glass table on which she lays no voice inside to calmly berate exuding her allure like fog on the bay destination now is where she should be building stairs to her pedastal shining in the sun honesty is brutal but that's how you cut the key for naught of it all she's far from being done [comments] => 3 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 48 [informant] => jaeann [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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