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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sober?
[time] => 2010-01-11 23:23:27
[hometext] => I overindulged a little during the festive season. Being 'myself' again is proving somewhat challenging.
[bodytext] => Our divorce is like a dark predator It hunts It has teeth. They are white and glisten It smiles and means to bite Your black wings are my safety My energy My love My self How do I give you up? Why, even? It is so easy to return To yield - the delicious control That tells me I love above all else only you And I miss you now And there is nothing that replaces you And nothing that secures my freedom You ask when I say not today You persist. You insist. I say maybe tomorrow Or the next day Maybe. If I am lucky. And strong. Never. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 248 [topic] => 66 [informant] => Cathi [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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