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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sleeping Mountains
[time] => 2005-06-29 01:52:59
[hometext] => always, abraham
[bodytext] => One thirty in the morning: I am broken wondering why my fingers play her chest, two sleeping mountains rising with each sigh. I drink from the rivers of her love. Her fingers scrape. She meets the sky. My fingers press. We are the dusk dirtied by our pride. We are the quiet light failing in the day. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 2 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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