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[sid] => 184889
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Unwritten
[time] => 2018-02-20 19:42:37
[hometext] => The inspiration for this hit while watching the olympic ice dancing competition.
[bodytext] =>
An unwritten poem
is as a beautiful maiden
laying dead
on a sheet of paper;
a single drop of ink
falls into her veins,
coaxing the first feeble
pulse of her heart.
One more drop,
two,
three,
it/'/s beat strengthens
and she rises,
prepared for her grand ballet;
each prance and twirl
tracing every word,
every line;
choreographing her beautiful tale,
until the last drop of ink is spent,
and she collapses
into the period at the end
of the final stanza.
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[topic] => 43
[informant] => nightwolf
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
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[score] => 0
[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => oops
)
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