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[aid] => mick
[title] => as firefighters approached the wreckage
[time] => 2005-05-07 04:00:53
[hometext] => not much to say here, really...just a really close person in an accident and my inner darkest reflections on the event.
[bodytext] => i never called you after the accident. i don’t know how you’re doing and i don’t know when you’ll be out of the hospital. i’ve never been one to dwell on these things, but i’ve never felt the attraction as i have to you. i’m not the kind of person to pray for you. (i’m not the kind of person to pray at all…and you know this.) and there’s a discord of harmonies that repeats on and off in my head. i tend to wonder about your last thought as the car flipped. did your life flash before your eyes as it’s supposed to…? i wanted to be an impact. i strive for an impact. it’s irony, i think, that this would happen. while wishing you the best, i wished you death… while feigning happiness, i hid my hatred… i hated you and everything you did, but i couldn’t sever my obsession with you. you were beautiful; you were perfect… and brutal and crass and destructive. i figure it’s my fault for wanting this curse… but for the first time in my life, i’m feeling as close to human compassion as i ever have… i’m writing as sincerely as i can. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 13 [informant] => summers [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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