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[aid] => mick
[title] => Light the Shadows On My Wall
[time] => 2005-03-25 09:24:12
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[bodytext] => At night when I lay awake in bed, there are these sounds echoing in my ear, the voice of you and the moans of her, doing things that were ment for lovers, I'm hearing things that foreshadow the destruction of something that i thought could be strong enough to soothe that savge beast, but i guess he like others must have their feast. The only difference is he feeds on lust, and maintaining the secret is a must. Me being the slickest of all kinds, make sure that you have no clue whats on my mind. I close my eyes and I see you with her passion, her lips to yours are clamping, and yall lust fills the air, words not spoken because only a fool would dare, but who on this earth would thought, that eventually you would get caught, and not by me no less, so the one who beared you told you, you must confess, and you did, testifying that with this affair came a kid, and that now your a father, and i now ask why should I even bother, waisting countless breaths, wanting you back, but I guess its true what they say, love is blind, because i would have bailed you out no matter what the fine, and I would have excused your every action, even your lust for others passion... But all I know is thats its over now, and the shadows on my wall won't come down, and the sounds keep echoing in my head,so its hard for me to even go to bed,,, [comments] => 2 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 43 [informant] => POETICALLY-INCLINED [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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