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[aid] => mick
[title] => dire
[time] => 2009-10-01 08:47:23
[hometext] => A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire...John Milton
[bodytext] => dreams in colors that frighten black-lit neons poisons glowing a green-tinged bag-of-bones closets empty and dance chaotic seams unravel molded earth moans I barely catch webs thicker than gloom gladiolas wilting as nightmares of death in darkest October becomes the silence of blackest bat wings where trees dies and twigs rot bewildered by never answers behind my closed eyes as a box of ashes. RIP JLH 10-24-06 [comments] => 0 [counter] => 136 [topic] => 39 [informant] => ming [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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