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[sid] => 125503
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Nox
[time] => 2006-09-08 20:46:30
[hometext] => the last line is latin, and it means
[bodytext] => as the day closes out and the night beckons near I breathe the darkness And am one with the fear thoughts are sharp, and all senses keen what things we might find from the darkest truths I glean night brings hidden associations and meaning my eyes have been open, but it is now I am truly seeing the phases of her silver white moon light in crazes of violent lust; I pilfer the night the unfathomable passion pulling in my soul the exileration of letting go, and losing all control Lust for truth, hidden in the shadows breadth of vision, anything but narrow the beauty that the nocturnal unlocks I say to thee : carpe intempestata nox [comments] => 1 [counter] => 445 [topic] => 13 [informant] => warped [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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