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[aid] => mick
[title] => Fangs: Metal and Bone
[time] => 2005-01-30 02:35:59
[hometext] => Inspired by barbarafloyd's poem My Guardian Angel (Sorry that it is Dark, where your's was Light).
[bodytext] => Dead telephone Silent mile Dead, black air Ghost of a smile Huge crushing ocean Shoulders too slim Crushed in a struggle Face pale and grim Echoes of moments Hang on the mind Substance and soul Are set to combine Something he knows No shadow of doubt Ritual of Death And she is devout Big empty space Breeds poisoned mind And crazy paranoid thoughts Stretch out the time And then in a daze The stubborn beast sings Mind snapped to now The telephone rings All is well and good The angel's voice chimes But it is undercut by something Heard too many times This angel spreads wings Of hopelessness and despair Black leathery constructs That consume the black air [comments] => 1 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Xnoybis [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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