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[sid] => 127033
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Empty Picture Frame
[time] => 2006-10-17 07:39:46
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => I’m looking at the empty picture frame of where you use to be. Now I’m trying to fill the spot of where you up and left me. I burnt your pictures, and watched the frame filled with glass break, but my memory can’t forget our Sunday walks by the lake. I was on my back looking at the fall sky, you were by my side, but I never knew you where thinking about saying goodbye. I felt nothing as she walked away, and tomorrow I would remember less of her than today. The big thing was, you actually meant something to me, unlike the rest, but now... You’ve left me here clutching my bleeding heart. I’m desperately applying pressure to keep me from falling apart. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 204 [topic] => 22 [informant] => midnightwriter [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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