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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Litany to Hypnos
[time] => 2003-01-31 11:30:00
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[bodytext] => Come forth, o Winged God of Oblivion
And bind my eyes fast and tight, Sealing wound and sapping sight Away with Heaven-sent Recreation! For I would choose sleep, ultimate cessation To my fever-stricken body at night, Loosen this knot of Venus' burning blight That throttles me with fever and passion! O Sleep, yield to me that which I crave, Give me a chamber, enclosed and blind To all noise, all light, all strife! Let me, if you must, rest in silent grave, Until my return, recreated in different kind Far from the pangs of this mortal life! [comments] => 2 [counter] => 281 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Mad-Mancunian [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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