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[title] => Lament of a Person Looking In
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[bodytext] => One fog flushed evening I cried despondently as I watched them through the haze of my hot anguish as they swayed down forlornly limp and lack lustre pale yellow strips of straw rocking down ever so gently like the weakest whimper from an infant exhausted from a drawn out wail all caution has been surrendered to the wind ages ago eons, it seems since the willowy strips of straw were bundled together criss crossed into a thatched roof over a frowzy home made of hollow wood sturdy, it was not rain often seeping through the widening gaps between them but in the youngest part of the morning as the dew drops set serenely on them they glistened magically sparkling in the dawn as their dreams were reflected in the clear skies but then, a persistent rain a sharp,toothache inducing crack in the dark abyss bristling fibres in the electric intensity slipping hands slippery and slick with a layer of hardened feelings 'hold on, hold on tight' 'I'm losing my grip on you' the rain roaring down now an raging waterfall cascading, castigating the little, insignificant strands of straw scattering solo separate entities floating down inconsequentially i caught your sneeze the other day and wondered if you were thinking the same thing that we never turned back to see what had become of the little hut under which we drooped our fears, glee and tears, fury, over all those warm early years. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 258 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CARAAAAA [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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