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[title] => An Attempt at Progress
[time] => 2004-12-01 00:44:59
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[bodytext] => Cutting air with silence bred to kill,
December all alone, I've had my only fill.
A repeat song and movie gray with old,
You're so happy now, or so I'm bluntly told.
A sharpened breath and nothing but goodbye,
Tell you my life's good, all I do is lie.
And lay in bed to see life from a mile,
Because it makes the difference, just to see you smile.
But the waning moon reflects my only truth,
To die or disappear, to end eternal youth.
October nights have left my open eyes,
November gloom has broken my last ties.
It's time I told December, its cold brings goodbyes,
An end to dark facade, an end to all the lies.
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