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[aid] => mick
[title] => Effigy
[time] => 2020-01-17 13:08:20
[hometext] => Building something out of nothing
[bodytext] => If I could build an effigy of stone or wood and paint. It would manifest my deepest desires, my hope, my fears and my shame. It would be one hundred miles high and screaming bright with flames. With the smoke, the wind would take away my frustration and my pain. Whisking them off to afar away place never to return again. But effigies are effigies, representing only the pain, sorrows and regrets of life. They also reflect a symbol of triumph and honor that others might know and retain. If the matchsticks and the kindling were alive inside my heart and it too were made of wood. I would burn it without remorse, its body as well as its soul right where I once stood. (Ancient soul) Copyright © Johnny Hadnot 4.15.2005 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 118 [topic] => 62 [informant] => slogan [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )
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