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[sid] => 27494
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Till I end
[time] => 2003-11-20 00:30:56
[hometext] => This is something I wrote but I have no pride for this poem...though a friend said it was ok so I'm posting it here.
[bodytext] => A black taint on my heart never to be cleansed. Corrupted, diseased, never to be pleased, till I end and eventually drop dead. A red mark on the wall counting down the friends, that come and go like the neverending snow, in a simple but natural flow. The taint grows stronger as the list of marks grows ever longer. Never will there be a day, that people stray, from their destined fate. For Pain and Sorrow will always follow Hope and Joy. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Redemption [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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