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[aid] => mick
[title] => Turn to Dust
[time] => 2005-04-11 22:13:38
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[bodytext] => People all around me All seem so free They stroll and gaze They sing softly as they sway Hand in loving Hand Others walk alone A joke, a laugh nearby The baby is hungry, he begins to cry The traffic swelters As the heat is jammed A summer in November Building castles in the sand A man walks past Brisk and alarmingly fast He shoves me, accidentally Turns around, and extends an apology Today could be the day The day the foreboding dies away The moment in time That I have yearned to find Clarity and consciousness Have thus far eluded my meekness Instinctual and submissive I am rendered useless The people have stopped crawling They begin to crowd and stare The moment is upon them They fear its powerful glare Immobilized and frozen I can only be forgotten My fear alone Remains my only weapon There it sits, now Nothing between us I reach out to it Just as it turns me to dust [comments] => 2 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 43 [informant] => jyssvw [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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