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[aid] => mick
[title] => LUCID II
[time] => 2004-03-17 07:50:14
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[bodytext] => Alien, my mother Tongue worries in A fever. 'Le Petit Mort'. Mortuary sighs fill the Chaos with disaster. What do you mean so Mean to me Ahhh, see What it is to be yours In nothing yours In everything your Lady Gone. Exquisite is what Your Lady called you today Is another day to another. Rolling like pearls of Wisdom comes at the high price Of Paradise lost in the Verve and the splendour. Your carriage awaits To take you to the end Of forever I know nothing But I am nothing. Just a pile of old words Mouldering and sweating. Moulding my new universe around A plastic Venus a shadow I know nought of. What light from yonder window Breaks the window with a stone Heart of fools gold. Silver shining In the mud-light moonlight. me cadaver and me All the way to morning-light then Crumble in the slavery of your Heart-light your heart, my heart beating as One of us must die tonight. There is no tomorrow for Cosmic such as we are. Comic strip I strip A new game at a feast of Bloodless hearts dead Star shining bright night Knight of the shadows and The magnitude of this love you will never know. "But i want to know... how i want to know!" 11/03/2004 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 13 [informant] => urban_alien [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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