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[aid] => mick
[title] => Dissimulated
[time] => 2005-07-07 01:04:40
[hometext] => so i didn't cut you out of the pictures. i hung you up on myself, the wall of glorfication to you exaltation to your smile. I'm starving for a memory, a moment that surpasses my pain. when you looked into my eyes and said i love you
[bodytext] => so i didn't cut you out of the pictures didn't give you to that cold hollow in my chest i'm sleeping in your memory the wake of denial where you existed there remains a shallow drift of empty waters you're floating face down when i frame the image the past and the perfect you'll be holding my beloved be laughing with her on your shoulders simple and rejoicing she will curse me empty handed starving for a memory that surpasses my pain searching, she'll always be searching devastated like me that you were only a picture lonely on the wall and holding on the nails through the wall, the display of how you use it all to hang yourself use it all to exalt, amplify you are lacking her love you are lacking my starvation my simple handed deliverance bowing to your picture believing that offering myself is a sacrafice for a better image an exceptance of my place the wall, displaying what everyone loves more than the wall of nails, the glorification of what it couldn't be couldn't amount to on its own so i didn't cut you out of the pictures because no one ever looked at me where you smiled i slid behind and slipped out escaped the camera and its judgement it's example of worth i'm too skinny to photograph the camera doesn't see me and neither do you i'm cutting me out of the pictures saving myself for dignity what awaits when i open my eyes to the dawn of forever, is a wall empty, silent, strong endearing and full of nails today i'll pull out that one that held you and tomorrow i'll grab the spackle make everyone believe that i'm ready to eat again, to live again but i'm starving for a memory and i remember a moment that surpasses my pain when you looked into my eyes and said "i love you" when i listened and believed [comments] => 3 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 55 [informant] => weepingprophet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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