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[aid] => mick
[title] => Stilt
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[bodytext] => If you were to promise me the sun, promise me the moon, promise me the sky so blue, promise to me that you will be true, I would blackly tear this room apart. I know you'd be lying to me. Lying for whatever drives you. Lying for what makes you whole, lying for what soothes your white soul, I can't trust you in matters of the heart. If I were to promise to you my body. promise you my mind and spirit. If I were to lay down my silver expression, and give you my last true confession, you would leave me hanging in the air. I would mourn the loss of you, mourn for what could've been. Mourn for what is beyond my red hands, mourn for what I don't understand, until I could tell myself I just don't care. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CodyJ [notes] => (Edited for Spelling by Mod_1) [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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