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[aid] => Mick
[title] => No Title
[time] => 2003-04-18 18:35:00
[hometext] => to my best friend a fallen angel
[bodytext] => Fallen Angel
With winged grace, She flies up to the mountain face. Standing there looking down, She dreams of falling to the ground She tucks her wings to her back Leaping forth she can’t turn back She closes her eyes and cries out loud, Wind is rushing all around She looks up and sees the light It’s never been so clear and bright Suddenly all she sees is beauty Warmth surrounds her entire body Then she hits the ground A fallen angel never found [comments] => 2 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 32 [informant] => dyingwriter26 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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