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[aid] => mick
[title] => Melancholy Morning
[time] => 2019-06-15 22:04:14
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[bodytext] => The persistent, bullying rays
of a callous, morning sun
light up the remnants of excavated dreams;
memories now dusted down and displayed
in ink-stained cases of self-reproach:
exhibits for the museum of melancholy.
The mind is a cache of indelible thoughts;
those buried the deepest
rise with the greatest anguish.
In his pensive haze of reflection,
he understands:
life is but the ephemeral, chaotic
flight of a dying butterfly,
carried on the careless breeze of destiny
to the alluring gates of pain-free eternity.
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[informant] => TheNugget
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[alanguage] => english
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[topicname] => FathersDayPoems
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