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[aid] => mick
[title] => sinking
[time] => 2004-11-09 11:19:22
[hometext] => thank you for listening
[bodytext] => im six feet from anything that means something to you and maybe you should talk to me tell me if theres something i need to do maybe wait for next summer to melt the snow and wash the dirt away so my bare broken eyes wil meet yours and soak your light into my pedals no im not what you expected not the rose you looked to pick not the tree u culdv leaned on or carved your name in it u always were a little too hopeful that i cud be anything more than a battered withered flower in the grasp of a faithfull boy and as his eyes would melt before you youd burn his heart into a crisp cast to the ocean ill be sleeping with the fish or with anyone thats cold enough to blanket in my skin help me breath under water so my dreams will kill me with one breath of the sand as many grains as i count stars but ill be singing with the moon drunken lying in my madness he swallowed half of his rock body the half on which i bloomed thats all your gonna see tonight as you gaze through your window at the stars shimmering i am shivering i am shivering i am shivering i am shivering i am shivering i am..... i....... and its all up to you where to go from here i hope the light came before the tunnel thank you for listening...... [comments] => 4 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 61 [informant] => feathercut [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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