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[aid] => mick
[title] => Slow Crippled Crawl
[time] => 2013-12-03 00:58:12
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => I am
Living on the edge of the outer limits
of the twi-light zone,
where talking heads
gossip on for hours
about things they do not know.
Laughing hyenas are giggling
as they watch the crippled pilgrims stumble and fall,
the mad man waters are churning
in a emotional whirlpool
'round and 'round I go.
I know that I have the power
to heal the hole in my soul,
In slow motion
mentally I melt for hours
because I am so crippled I can only crawl.
I resist the kiss of madness
that's calling me back to the under world,
minions of evil are watching in the shadows
laughing at me
as I struggle for control.
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