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[aid] => mick
[title] => I Am Of Two
[time] => 2005-07-19 00:54:36
[hometext] => Life is a tragic journey with few friends and even fewer joys. I am a mournful spirit and wish for repentance and need this to feel a vapid life full of meaningless fodder and pointless materials.
[bodytext] => aggravated by the swell I watch birds cascade and block out the sun (darkness of a cave) heavy hands lift candles (worthless in daylight) prepared for journey I was a pen to cut a knife to write an early grave attends this mounful spirit as apathy can afford few friends and I of mourning lesser rock juts and breaks waves (withstanding milleniums I think) flesh dashed against rock flesh borne neith water (birds cannot fly forever) misplaced steps echo rasping in my soul "where are you?" promised not to cross the forge yet jumped the gun on a burning frigate. I pause beside the wall here I bury the sand from my shoes a grain is memory it feels rhythm in the walk "Oh Colombus you are but one!" but I am smarter than sand twisted its neck and beckoned for a gander "one maybe suitable, but three is devilish, and two is exile" I am two all have left I alone judge once again waves rush over mouths (nothing) [comments] => 1 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 73 [informant] => billy_corgan [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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