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[aid] => mick
[title] => a look into the future
[time] => 2005-01-19 00:15:31
[hometext] => a dream i had last night that scared me.... please comment
[bodytext] => I came to see you today, like I have since I found the strength to come. I sat on the frozen snow covered ground, placed by your headstone my 2 red roses I sat for hours crying to you about missing you so much, and how with out you My heart has no home my memoery was flooded of times with you, and how we said goodbye by rubbing noses As I sat I did not feel the cold, I felt nothing but the emptyness of life without you here I told you how it was only you who ever cared, and what the roses stand for. each day i will bring you 2 red roses, so I'll never forget how long you've been gone, for the life of me i just couldn't leave, so i continued to just sit. I looked around and saw an old woman doing the same thing, so i got off the cold ground and walked closer to her as she began to sing her voice was broken, her eyes were sad, she cried as she sang, then she started to shake and I offered my hand, we sat and talked for hours and her eyes were kind and something about this woman resembled me, I could help but look at the grave where she was kneeling and my blood ran cold, when I saw your name and a picture of me looking me in the eye, only in the picture I was old, [comments] => 0 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 14 [informant] => brokenwings [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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