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[aid] => mick
[title] => Embargo of the soul
[time] => 2012-02-11 07:58:37
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[bodytext] => Once there was a soul…a soul that loved a soul that lived…it had a hallowed chant, a chant of its own… There was a voice so sacred a voice so pure…it battered all the fear and it gave me hope… Chirping of a thousand birds made its stave and the warm lullaby was its hallowed score… There were voices all around but none was so impeccable, even its silent whisper made an opus… It was the sound…the sound of my soul, a sound which defined me…a sound of my own… It stood there intrepid it made them all woe…it had a mystical roar, a roar of its own… They told me all their stories they made showed me all their pros…they made me believe that they had what they call a hope… They had a picture…a picture of a world…a world so different yet a world so analog… It was the innocence of my soul or a hidden desire to get it all…they call me all upon them and I was standing there with them all… Dirty were their maneuvers and ugly their souls…they made me lose my virtue, they made me lose it all… And now my soul stands there but silent as a corpse…there is some life inside or have I lost it all… Now there are voices the voices that say it all…but none of them surround me, none say it all… And this is how it all began…the embargo of my soul… [comments] => 0 [counter] => 43 [topic] => 31 [informant] => the_lost_illusionist [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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