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[aid] => mick
[title] => Gay
[time] => 2005-02-21 22:17:43
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[bodytext] => He gets to hang. His head in shame he shares his pain to those who'll listen. His face falls down as if to glisten solace from the candle's flame. Society's candle gives no warmth. as he huddles closer, he burns his hands, leaving blisters, their reprimand. He loves like I love, with passion, want, and lust. But something about him, makes him so much... different... than us. He leaves the candle's straightening light, to find some company, it just isn't right to express your love in the candles sight or to find a soul to give you comfort tonight. Wax falls down as the candle dies, hope gives out, as he dries his eyes. He can't love like I do, or so they say. He won't know what love is, because he's gay. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CodyJ [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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