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[aid] => mick
[title] => Imperfect
[time] => 2009-08-01 16:58:44
[hometext] => just a poem
[bodytext] => Bitter words fall about like broken shards of glass
Each with it own separate pain
You harvest my imperfections to show me I’m a fool
Better the joker than the clown
I hope I will always be able to find happiness
In something as silly as the clouds
For you there is no silver lining in such frivolous thoughts
Only death for those who dream
Well I will dance to the four random winds
And enjoy my moments in life
While you build your case against the human race
And condemn those who are not you
A prayer that someday you will look to the sky
And see something.
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