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[aid] => mick
[title] => Gone.
[time] => 2005-10-26 01:49:37
[hometext] => for Her
[bodytext] => Angels tread, clouds carry what was left of pride and pain away together, as if they were the same. My loss is not new to the world, But it is new to me. Damn those who say live today for tomorrow you may be dead. For she is dead, and I live today As she did. Pain. What a fertile thing. But just before it leads the way, it kicks in, and rips your heart out. But it's not the pain of the heart Or the sorrow of the head that calls us back again. It is the idea that we all are players On the same stage. And any minute we can be called away To face the director, And cry. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 75 [informant] => Spudda27 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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