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[aid] => mick
[title] => Brooding
[time] => 2008-11-02 09:46:51
[hometext] => It's funny, but I wrote this last night probably less than an hour before everything was turned back around. There's more to this 'coincidence', too.
[bodytext] => I saw with your eyes today. I hate it when yours look that way. I was not dark, but void of light, Wore blinders that distorted sight. No one looked the way they should. No one noticed; no one could. No one mattered much today. Colors dulled; I favored gray. I ran, recluse, toward my dreams. I built walls with bridge's beams. I made wishes without you While I watched the clock cuckoo. Nothing eased the pain or fear. Nothing, likewise, drew up tears. Nothing fit quite like a glove For I'd looked away from love. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 211 [topic] => 43 [informant] => liquidsunshine [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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