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[title] => dysfunction
[time] => 2008-06-12 00:59:45
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[bodytext] => the music, rare, drifting, beautiful, beyond the lawn. it's over now. . . the family that I lost was really no group at all but seperate enities coming together on the grass; with no picnic. . . no sunshine. the warmth upon our cheeks, mere tears, salt-laced streaks running then smudged. eyes reddened with wondering at our loss. the gift of normalcy withheld & we never even knew. it's all over now. . . even the residue is gentle, restless dispersion, desperate to belong. necessity of recognizing. . . keeps me company most always, now. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 257 [topic] => 23 [informant] => elle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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