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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Sign of Sight
[time] => 2006-05-03 09:45:33
[hometext] => (Very short) | Memory is a curse, yes, but it is also the greatest gift - because, if one loses memory; one loses everything |
[bodytext] => If by some step, we are misplaced The heirs of thrones not yet erased Time to skin, the hairline back One’s absent foot lies on the track For in that echo, there was only one A time to reflect on that stepping stone A pretentious waste of an unexplained sonnet Take the words until you’ve got it I can’t explain the trail of The Lost The trail of the dead, of the death of Faust But Deals were dealt, and there was nothing more Than a line of debris to cover one sore Tracking the end to desecrate the light In hopes for a sign, The Sign of Sight Torn from the Ideal, walk ahead Protect us from comfort; safety is dead A dream so close, what a cruel game Don’t loose your head, only your name [comments] => 2 [counter] => 232 [topic] => 73 [informant] => desolated_denial [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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