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[sid] => 42938
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Change
[time] => 2004-04-12 18:12:01
[hometext] => A poem I wrote last week and never got around to publishing...Enjoi
[bodytext] => I take and I hold. Everything is dear to me. Weak and thin. I tremble at that thought. Older I grow. Wiser I seem. Why do I keep making the same mistakes. Never to learn from those of the past. My eyes weary and blurred. Soft and milky they seem. I cant see you now. I could never see you then. As do I. I long for death. Like a slave at his last meal. The bread breaks, but only crumbs escape. This life is what I made it. I chose my path. I am the light for my future. Only to be put out. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Mortis-Dark [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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