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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Falling
[time] => 2005-03-31 11:24:29
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[bodytext] => There is an ocean of pure white waves along the shores of Ezereth. And cream colored streams, by tree's that in the perfect sunset glow like gold...in Ezereth. There is no darkness in our lives...only lines that wind and wind... And wings that fly... Here beneath a purple sky is Ezereth. There was a man, he was just right, his eye's like fire, and deep within like a coming night... Beauty was his name to us... But somehow he just never fit... Never sat quite right with Ezereth... His trail we followed and left our pasts behind...we left our king, who died inside... We left his name, he etched in the sky... To follow a stranger who caught our eye... And led us out of Ezereth... There is an ocean of murky red along the shores of Ezereth. And streams that bleed and harbor secrets, and tree's that catch aflame and burn like candles here in Ezereth... There is death here, and parasites...and jagged lines that skive and skive... And wings that lie... Here beneath this darkened sky... Night has come at last... To Ezereth. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 49 [informant] => ForeverAndADay [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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