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[aid] => mick
[title] => An infinite blue
[time] => 2005-03-20 01:01:57
[hometext] => This actually just fragments that I slopped together....A sentence there, a sentence here etc...there is a point though....try to find it ^_^ always, abraham
[bodytext] => A crowning smile; A porcelain sigh; A dying, dead breath naked on the floor. Deep purple, pink, the softest pink nipples coupled breasts and grass stained jeans. Brown eyes in blue- It is an infinite blue. In the rain people run, franticly seeking shelter. This is love: the kind moment after the rain. I look at my face seeing so much change and I am afraid. Not of this passing hour; Not of death or pain; That which is not in my power, but of the reflection that cannot yet be seen. Black dogs howl dead in the doorway. A red opaque mat; A simple smile; Christmas on a full night, screaming through the screen door. A bleak and burning night. (Burning eyes on quiet light, burning to break through!) Four men stare into each other. Another man, hidden behind a door, stares at the others. Gray green gerbils devour one another. Flesh on flesh the pale sands An autumn sky on Sunday A dead mans lips The infantile stars above your brow. We found a calm sea, beginning to imagine how we were very similar. Suddenly the sky blushed a frightening gray and the waves bore away Our bones became flush, bright white and sand. It is not in the darkest hour that i feel the most pain, nor is it in the brightest day that I am overwhelmed, but in the quiet... Tiny flakes of snow, blue. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 210 [topic] => 48 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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