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[aid] => mick
[title] => Pearls
[time] => 2004-03-20 21:22:09
[hometext] => I dun really like it but w/e... I'm not really in the mood.
[bodytext] => The delicate drops of pearls on my neck are knives. And they are digging, deeper. Sitting loosely and shadowed by my jaw, yet straining at the clasp on the side of my neck. They are straining to meet all at once and implode into a singularity to replace the hard lump in my throat. And from that naked singularity, that white and infinitely small point, there will come a force. This force is going to be so strong that it will suck the tears on my reddened cheeks and broken lips back. And the tears will soak back in through pores. My veins and long-lived arteries will swell and then burst as my blood it too called by the force. Silver hoops will snap out of my ears and silver rings that kept my fingers ornate will all meld into the white speck in my collapsing throat. My breath will still flow through me although I will only be a few grayed carbon remains tossing and playing in the wind. But I will not dare leave the surround made by the chain that laced through the pearls. And my heat, my breath, and my livelyness will remain, for I was innocent. Death was not my intention when I put on the pearls you had given me. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Suz [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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