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[title] => In Days of Stallions
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[bodytext] => Dangling, dismal, incomplete gray faces It’s the end of the high sun that starts the final rotation Like an earth, wind, and fire shockwave over the entire universe A perfect circle ties each color-absent embodiment into a knot There are no infinite possibilities now And the envelope no longer bends to an applicable force Shoving paper in the office or work of any kind has no meaning now Every positive plasma is lack-luster because of its decided fate Like a towering twister of the sharpest needles and strongest wind Seeming endless fire and ice burn and crack your skin So why were you left behind It’s so obvious now You’re on the outside of the door And you thought you were in [comments] => 2 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 11 [informant] => Red_Silo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChristianPoetry )
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