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[title] => Tepid
[time] => 2005-05-24 04:12:49
[hometext] => For my parents
[bodytext] => she cries in the corner of my soul A huddled ball of missery Where is the woman I knew? She huffs away and slams a door asks me where I've been Too shrill to answer I'll just have another beer. 25 long years. Spent and rancid Asks how my day was Turns on the TV before I finish the sentence. We sleep in separate bedrooms Ask me to love you So tired I pretend it still matters. She was the essence of my soul A vast flame so timeless Where is the woman that you were? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 55 [informant] => Jimmato [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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