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[title] => Rosa
[time] => 2004-02-27 18:33:43
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[bodytext] => The worlds spinning Fast- Like a bad gamblers Rolling dice, The words vibrating Fiercely Up and down- Like the one stringed Guitar That the old man Plucks in the subway Dirty ice Builds on the concrete Because winters here For good With a Christmas Facing distinction Rosa waits At the station Trains go by The dark morning Turns to dark night She is left Mourning on the platform For her man Her fallen soldier No news For three years So she comes To the station everyday Just in case In hope of him In hope of her Sweet love to Embrace her And grip her tight Through the cold, Corrupted nights Rosa Waits and waits Returning Day after day Trains go by And every night she Is left mourning On the platform station Rosa Still wait! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 22 [informant] => ruby1987 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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