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[title] => Pomegranate
[time] => 2006-03-04 21:34:20
[hometext] => Her lovely blood red pomegrantes left on the table. Still aren't rotting, becoming aroused, why do they smile?
[bodytext] => Swirling in a neon light spiral A gaping hole in the heavens Don't struggle, you shouldn't have cried Until the end, it goes on I screamed out your name, even my voice will probably never reach you but you know, now I'm ok with that. Some dayyou'll be reunited with my heart I'll dream tonight, dreams of you, because of that letter I put under my pillow The same message is always conveyed "If you try and change with the times, you'll be dumped into the next world" Is there really nothing in this fleeting life? The beggining is the end Time is too long Time is too painful The dreams don't stop love freezes to death on a cold night on this long night My consciousness splintered and powdered Memories scattered about Holding your ring so tightly that my tears wet the pillow So I didn't want to hear it, I blocked my ears to your voice one more scar added to my wrist melting into the pain... My dreams are too cruel, my breath is cut off I always painfully awaken at four in the morning Her lovely blood red pomegrantes left on the table, Still aren't rotting, becoming aroused, why do they smile? To the fruit being crushed, sincerely, goodbye. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 75 [informant] => RAGEyourDREAM [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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