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[sid] => 176022
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Cadillac Graveyard
[time] => 2013-05-10 22:24:46
[hometext] => A poem based on the way I've felt at times.
[bodytext] => If I had the money and time didn’t matter I would go back and fix what didn’t need to be broken the bills left unpaid how the night is cold in the winter your breath is a fading ghost against the dim streetlights of your mother’s eyes the smell of your perfume becoming diesel exhaust I avert my gaze pretend not to notice we were only sixteen with the world sitting on the side of the wet highway we could capture the dreams up above in the starry sky you have climbed up the rattling chain link fence into the Cadillac graveyard where old dreams rust away and beautiful things become forgotten [comments] => 0 [counter] => 61 [topic] => 75 [informant] => Apteryx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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