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[aid] => mick
[title] => Our Memories are A Disease to Me.
[time] => 2009-01-23 07:51:13
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[bodytext] => This kiss is like a razorblade slit This strawberry runs down my throat. It burns like poison. Almost like vodka, yet more tasteful. I knew there would be blood. That stake through my heart Makes me crave This last dance. Drugs can't help us anymore. My chest is bleeding enough to fill up the lakes That run through the back valleys. It's tasteless when our love is no more. It's hollow. I guess this is goodbye. You promised me a dance 'til the moon burns away. You promised me I could stare at you one last time My own eye cocaine, I need to put my cravings to sleep. You made my heart beat. Now my tongue stings when I'm denied from your lips. Our memories are just a disease to me. A disease no drugs, no one, Nothing can eradicate. Nothing will ever get rid of. Except you. And your love. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 22 [informant] => amber_vonhorror [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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