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[aid] => mick
[title] => Bidding Wars
[time] => 2004-12-08 22:59:29
[hometext] => ....the sand no hotter than her soul.....an ocean no deeper than her pain.....the sky may leave her quite unwhole......yet the forest keeps her mildly sane.....
[bodytext] => laying nubile in the ignorant presence of men who have no clue impatience the deadliest of her curses rapture no lasting virtue on the one hand the brass ring can shine all the others only a ride no more tokens in that empty pocket the forest is on the left to go hide where the zebras stripes are now fading and the lions roar is hoarse the pathway is sharp and choppy you're back where you've started of course the trophy is resting on your illuminated shelf encased beyond some moot point it's all wasted effort in someones end validation from the wrong side of a joint the battle cry is never heard but for too late along the run looking they'll not find her there careful now her kill is set to stun the sand no hotter than her soul an ocean no deeper than her pain the sky may leave her quite unwhole yet the forest keeps her mildly sane no one ever sits with her past stay she reaps the harvest all alone counting notch marks off to the right looking above she waits to be stoned she's fodder for their chattering minds packaged candy for their id mocking their attempts with caustic tears she's waiting for their final bid she'd rather go back to the carousel or to be the dancing girl in the box alone she never seems to find her way waking up in a past life's stocks she's a sure bet, a one of a kind they swear its' lined with gold they'd all kill for just a glimpse of her yet once bought they lose their hold she's gained her strength and grown her wings quite the sight if one could partake the halo's cracked and the seams are worn but her energy you'll never shake for inside her locked away is her innocence once stolen from her so long ago snippets of the little one may show from time to time but no one's ever gotten deep enough to know now if the siren lets you inside of her entrusts in you the secrets deep within the forest floor if you can walk unscathed upon her barb wired heart she might tally to the end of the score but since she protects them, the faerie and the little girl and all whom attempt sadly fail you may have half the chance that yesterday did to find her traipsing aside the misty trail [comments] => 3 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 48 [informant] => jaeann [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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