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[title] => The Thoughts in My Head as you Murdered Me with a Handgun (Take Three)
[time] => 2003-11-18 01:58:00
[hometext] => Another take on this same situation of finding life suddenly cut short.
[bodytext] => Walking down to dinner.
I feel someone behind me.
Lying cold on the ground.
He wore grey tennies.
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The Thoughts in My Head as you Murdered Me with a Handgun (Take Three)
Contributed by
butterat_zool
on
Tuesday, 18th November 2003 @ 01:58:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Walking down to dinner.
I feel someone behind me.
Lying cold on the ground.
He wore grey tennies.
Copyright ©
butterat_zool
... [
2003-11-18 01:58:00] (Date/Time posted on
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