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[sid] => 123835
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[aid] => mick
[title] => untitled
[time] => 2006-07-29 13:46:10
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[bodytext] => cast away with some aweful disease. lines are crooked and my hands they tremble. i could blame it on them, but it manifested in my soul. sulking idlely all alone in my room. in a dreary state as the sun turns into moon. in gods hands i place this up to you. for the skills i lack and the direction seems lost. bring me peace, bring me comfort and safety. i no longer want to be inept, i want to understand. i want to be free, free like a bird. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 48 [informant] => frmpoison2static [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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