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[aid] => mick
[title] => Over
[time] => 2005-10-20 11:23:44
[hometext] => I don't really like this poem but I left my book at home so i couldn't write any others
[bodytext] => She presses her ear closer Listening to it over and over Just to hear him say her name Hearing his voice she surenders Over and over The antisapation of his touch The wait is becoming too much Her heart grows weak With ever words he speaks Over and Over It's just no use she says These promises are much too dead They roll off his tounge Over and Over Like a fool she crawls back to him Her addiction to him, this fustion of love and Lust become one Over and over [comments] => 1 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 22 [informant] => xDizzyGirlx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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