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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Mishap
[time] => 2003-08-18 03:35:00
[hometext] => it comes a way after this earth... so feeling strange should be worth these minutes turned to months birthed... [bodytext] => the calmness of things unscathed is quivering inside me, you know you should know... medieval scenes pale on this day no comparison available, it's gone so far gone... unkempt in the new wave failing vulnerable at best, sick or so let's hope so... washed up, wishing well for has-beens so close, and always feeling this way a way... away... so goes this way so far this way strongmen, travel through galaxies but this man, can't find his steps lateral, twisted through albany another mishap warring on, moving to consequence a moment, here's another regret take it, leave it in sequenced perhaps the strangeness of things unchanged is eating up the insides, you'll know you could know... euphoric dreams wail down this day axions entertained, now they're gone oh so gone... unmade by the new wave sailing generic intentions best, sick or so let's hope so... washed up, wishing well for has-beens so close, and always feeling this way a way... away... so goes this way so far this way strongmen, travel through galaxies but this man, can't find his steps lateral, twisted through symphony another mayhap moving on, settled to conference a moment, here's another unmet take it, leave it in condensed perhaps it comes a day after this girth... so feeling strange is unearthed as minutes turned to months birthed... it comes a may after this girth... so feeling strange to unearthed is minutes turned to months birthed... it's useless feeling distant from my conscious uninvolved it's useless healing distance in my conscious univolved it comes a pay after this earth... so feeling strange is still worth the minutes turned to months birthed... it comes a way after this earth... so feeling strange should be worth these minutes turned to months birthed... strongmen, travel through galaxies but this man, can't find his steps lateral, twisted through quandary another mishap hanging on, groping for constants a moment, this one is not set take it, leave it in suspense perhaps [comments] => 2 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 21 [informant] => daniel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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