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[aid] => mick
[title] => Mares of the Night
[time] => 2005-07-09 02:26:52
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[bodytext] => He shook her because the devil was inside of her His young years of guidance from a God on a stick told him the evil on her mind Forgetting the tears of anguish the sighs of despair The child was not breathing correctly So he shook her harder laughing at the pain that he saw through her dark eyes Did they forget about the child in the corner crying? The child hoped so Hoped pain was the devil's whisper Hoped life was an odd dream Hoped her mother would be okay the next morning [comments] => 1 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 39 [informant] => Angelica [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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