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[aid] => mick
[title] => Inside out
[time] => 2017-08-01 23:42:11
[hometext] => The muse had no excuse.
[bodytext] => Ludes, moods, and attitudes;
Down the bannister on cue;
Attic cobwebs catching fire;
Cellar crawling with desire;
This body not my home tonight;
I dwell in its ferocious light.
Devoured by its appetite.
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[topic] => 66
[informant] => softerware
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 0
[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => drugabuse
)
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