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[sid] => 153766
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Dark Night
[time] => 2009-10-01 21:49:15
[hometext] => When I saw my mother almost beat to death
[bodytext] => I sit here now a simple flame The things I see, such a shame I sit and stare in utter despair This flame I have well now it flares No longer will I stay silent And endure so much violence I leap to action my thoughts a blur As I scream these words do they slur His head whips around dead lock on me He mutters words that cannot be seen My rage subsides a soul cracked The words he spoke never to be taken back In the distance a sudden crash A leap of freedom to be had -Charles Wayne Smithson [comments] => 0 [counter] => 140 [topic] => 39 [informant] => miamics [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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