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[title] => missing
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[bodytext] => “Missing”
Sensibility pleases me no more, sanity I no longer desire, a lost sailor I, and happiness but a distant shore, paddle and paddle aimlessly, I quickly tire. All I hear is mere cacophony, the birds and the winds grow silent, all music misses symphony, all sounds seem like thunders violent. Thy touch I miss, and the sound of thy voice. The touch which induces heavenly bliss, and the voice without which I'd die. AP. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 205 [topic] => 2 [informant] => ap [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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