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[aid] => mick
[title] => Droplets
[time] => 2009-09-22 13:41:01
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[bodytext] => "Droplets" Time is but the a damaged foe to all that was and then Can't be given, can't be earned when one begins again Twas lost in turning, all soul burning to give and to be givin What plagues the heart and stills the mind, our very reason for livin A subtle look a glace mistook for something o'er the line Sullen faces falls from grace and dances round the mind Turn from me, that wicked sword which pierces my very soul Remove it from me, evermore for twas never the ultimate goal. Lovers fleeting hearts are beating, though seems to be in one In truth be only restlessness and hardened angels son. Lay in wait, curse this fate and bring it to my knees Bow before this bitter end to die and all to seize No more power in thy hands, no more feed, this disease Please I cannot take my thoughts and turn them back around Rebuke that thing unspoken here laid hallowed on this ground It bleeds, it needs, it feeds but one but curse that blessed time Once thought stolen seemed so golden has taken what is mine Of all the stars and all the signs and interwoven laces brought New of moon and new of heart sealed what had been sought Let for thy mind be freely purged of all that is to blame And open to what lays ahead, heart and mind....the same. Until that blessed wanton time, no more can words erase The time and sullen burden bestowed upon thy face. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 137 [topic] => 13 [informant] => agruvchic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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