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[aid] => mick
[title] => Wings
[time] => 2012-12-26 16:41:48
[hometext] => All too fond of holding on, far too known for letting go.
[bodytext] => She was falling. She was falling, And he was looking for something to hold onto. For he had made his world flat: No up, no down, no highs, no lows. He found safety in knowing That the moon And rock bottom Were both out of reach. So when she chanced Upon his outstretched fingers, Her world grew still, And his, Came to life. They did not know Whose hands they had found, Only the warmth of another Who had also been burned. (For where there is hardship, The hands remember.) And for that moment, The world fell away, Releasing its hold On two so strongly drawn Away from this life. But she was shooting For the stars, And he was heading down to Earth, And as her fingers Slipped through his, He reached, reached, reached, until He was falling. And he watched her fall into the sky. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 138 [topic] => 73 [informant] => eternityslyre [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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