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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Mourn
[time] => 2003-01-22 11:20:00
[hometext] => It's self-explanatory. Miscarriage, sorrow, suicide. I didn't file it under suicide because (1) it was someone else's suicide, and (2) i didn't feel like it.
The symbolism of the death on the fifty-first morning refers to the meaning of the number itself, failure and pain. [bodytext] => dressed in winter sunset she beckoned from the Blue my fatal Fuccubus an eternity spent in tri-petaled foreplay no climax in sight she stood as the Last Ride in my abusement park a mushroom cloud of passion my mushroomhead devoured by her cryptorchid, blooming in death's valley my glowspyrm grew cold and furious in her nine month tomb with a view til it tore itself free (with a splatter of gore dappled fluid) destroying itself in it's haste for fifty nights, she wept a drowning pool dead, in a galaxy of pain til i found her on the fifty-first mourning cold, silent, and lifeless her wrists chewed through by the beast of unsurmountable sorrow bespeckled with every hue of hell a rainbow of agony in the undreaming night [comments] => 4 [counter] => 211 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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