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[aid] => mick
[title] => Hollow
[time] => 2005-06-21 14:10:00
[hometext] => I write about what is in my heart. Sometimes it comes out dark, sometimes angry, but most of the time, full of hope. Not this time.
[bodytext] => Hollow by E A Collins on Jun 14 Hollow as a life spent before its time Full as a well ,the eyes in that face, of all the sorrows of the world. Slender is the grace ascribed to the vain the proud and noble, who choose to starve Fragile is the ghost who walks were a child once ran. No tears, for so little is left. The pride of young life, flickers as a candle greets the morning breeze, and sends its dying smoke to a blind sky. Prayers of the fallen, expressed in contorted limbs once ripe and full of promise. Unborn children die, as the womb forever closed borne to the broken heart of the smothering earth. Foolish to stand guard Mad to bear the pain Learning how to be in love with a life that withers and dies in your arms. African we hear your pain Children we feel your tears People we mourn your passing For with your loss, we too die. If only you had oil there. If only you could buy the drugs. If only you weren't too young to count. If only.... we cared. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 41 [informant] => mesmer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => political )
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