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[aid] => mick
[title] => Recycle Bin
[time] => 2005-05-31 23:38:49
[hometext] => I dunno ^_^ always, abraham
[bodytext] => I have a box, teak wood and iron slips, filled with a thousand two thousand dreams all crashing down; all dried out, bleached and crumbling from the sun; the blackest black sheets and candlewax chipped and crawling over the painted gold trim. I have a coffin tracing my walls stuffed with old shoes and dreams that forget to dream forget to dream forget the rubber soles of my soul; stuffed with old hats old tired toys that tiny fresh hands would hold, hidden in bushes, in rivers of sewage, in the musk and heat in the salts and sea in the skin and kiss of my kiss as a child I was so unaware of the cruelty and hunger that creeps from those very same walls. I have a face that forgets my face and rots in the carpet rots in polished golden bars smothered with paper smothered with broken watches pennies and pencils praying for the day i die praying for the bruised and swollen fingers praying for the day that I can write the night the white night day rain singing at the sky. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 278 [topic] => 48 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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