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[aid] => mick
[title] => Woefully Unaware
[time] => 2018-03-15 17:14:41
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => In my sleep I/'/m woefully unaware
I/'/m running my fingers through your finely stranded hair
Even though you/'/re no longer there
In my sleep my emotions run ever so deep
Within the still calmness reality does creep
The ghostly scent of your pleasantly sweet perfume
Permeates my ever lonely room
When I awake the emptiness turns to gloom
Your side of the bed is empty
My thoughts soon turn to dread
In my dreams I was woefully mislead
At this point
Nothing more needs to be said
[comments] => 5
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[informant] => jamesstockdale
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[alanguage] => english
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[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => LostLove
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