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[sid] => 102025
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => My Little Unborn
[time] => 2005-07-25 04:14:57
[hometext] => ~what dreams may come...and what dreams may go~
[bodytext] => *authors notes* this is written from a dream i had some odd time ago.about digging up a coffin in my back yard and it was a coffin of my child that had never been born and when i opened the coffin it was completely empty and was filled with little keep sakes my mother had filled the coffin with,such as pictures of me and my family and assorted notes describing how much i loved this child and i was so touched by it i started crying and woke up in tears shaking with sadness....needless to say it left an impression in my memory My Little Unborn as i dig,this shallow grave unborn child,i could not save mother womb,that did not tear oh how i wish,i wish i was there was it a boy,was it a girl? oh why oh why,did it leave this world i hit the wood,brush away the dirt to reveal the tomb,within the earth in the dark i sing this song about a coffin only 1 foot long i open up the box,of which it lie to see my reflection,deep inside empty,as my void filled soul empty and dark and bitter and cold pictures tell of grandmothers love love for the nameless daughter or son precious memories,and little keep sakes even destiny is bounded by fate my heart,once cold as steel my heart,now shattered to feel crucifixes,bibles,blood, and thorns see you in heaven,my little unborn as this night comes close to a near in the morning i shall awaken in tears... [comments] => 6 [counter] => 238 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Vermillion [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 6 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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