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[aid] => mick
[title] => Panegyrical ends
[time] => 2009-08-10 21:33:21
[hometext] => Always, Abraham
[bodytext] => I am only four hundred thirty one miles from you, and I cannot even place your face without pictures to remind me. I am tired of walking backwards in the desert with you, of tasting your tears in the sound of my laughter, of catching the color of your car in the corner of my eye. I can no longer hold you in the safety of my dreams, and I can no longer trace you in the edges of my heart, for I am tired of the shape of you, and I am tired of breathing your breath with my own breath. In your absence, my love for you is greater than it has ever been before, if for nothing more than loneliness, or the want of love and its integral comforts. How could I have ever thought to love you, how could I have ever thought to burden you with my desire? I would cast this world away to wash away the wounds I caused you. Poetry has passed from me, the words no longer intertwine, no longer come as easily as they once had. You are the only strength I have left, and I am tired of you, I am tired of all that I see in you. You are the final predicate, the last stroke of the key. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 22 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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