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[aid] => mick
[title] => A drift
[time] => 2005-06-30 15:52:37
[hometext] => here you go...
[bodytext] => purple sunset in a vacant field willows drowning in the wind off i go into the sound as my body bends with them i am a father i am a son i am a lover i am gone into the sound alone and drifting to a sea of night confinement, is fine fine when it is mine and when i meet you velvet crow of the storm as your eyes shimmer in the moons light the streams take you and bring you so quickly it seems dark angel of azure tremble preciously if your will is pure we will build castles we will find the lake in which our love we will make take me.... there is a storm reaching heavy hands fall upon the earth we shake in horor where love is pure violence is honest this tremble our bodies cannot endure please endure me gentile beauty please dontleave me for what this soul can bring is all you have taken everything and as the needle bends and cuts through my skin she weaves holes in time together again its so hard to be alive confinement is fine fine when it was mine my storm beckons through my body echoing burning the inside of my eyes i wish to attain back my sight my crow my willows my life.... come share a story i am a drift of a man for my body journies into the hole where there was once a field only blackness and vage memmories shocks of pain ripping through my mind your eyes i need your eyes to open mine.... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 222 [topic] => 22 [informant] => feathercut [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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