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[aid] => mick
[title] => the brisk of my wanting
[time] => 2005-07-04 13:15:18
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[bodytext] => when i had nothing to mourn i did anyway, not knowing the difference between the wail of autumn and the brisk of my wanting to come to grips. then it was oh, love, come and restore me! how sick i was, and lost when brought to suffering by the smell of coconut on someone else's freckled skin. but- oh, love, come and resurrect me blinking my eyes and stretching my legs, so that this can be a feeling with no memory attached. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 43 [informant] => singhsong [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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