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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Man Falls Apart
[time] => 2004-12-15 18:01:09
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[bodytext] => My man falls apart held together only by dirty sheets. My man falls apart as morning breaks through his bedroom window. My man falls apart as he has no sense of who he is. My man falls apart as Health knocks on the window wanting needing to get in. My man closes the curtain. Safe, he thinks, in his twisted security that I will always be there with a rag, a mop, and a bucket to clean up the mess that is him. But me, I'm held together by straw, brittle and dry, only allowed little pieces of me to fall and be stuffed back in. (I clean up my own mess) Why can't I fall apart? Who will be there to pick up my pieces? No one. (What about him?) No, he's not strong enough and besides too much has already been about him, remember? My man falls apart. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 61 [informant] => Nardo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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