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[aid] => mick
[title] => Echo
[time] => 2005-02-23 20:59:02
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[bodytext] => Echo the air is full of frozen ghosts this bitter eve, when clarity is sharpened until stars burn my eyes memory is blinding, and truth is unyielding in its bitterness barren silence, giving birth to void, a face with lifeless eyes. Somewhere in the wind I hear the lost sounds, rushing through these bones and empty places somewhere I see your face, round and warm, unreachable as the moon yet consuming everything I see until nothing is without you Nothing is without you. the air is full of frozen ghosts and they sing in chilling discord of all that is lost to this moment reverberating reminders that echo in the place where Once my heart was full. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 43 [informant] => neveryours [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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