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[bodytext] => i'm a demise to my own kind trapped in the dark from the troublesome spark flames of fire upon my feet how can i breath with so many enemies not seen nor heard as my arm's stracth out light a bird looking over the earth down to the dark taken from the sead whom i have never seen strips on my back you can't even count my shoulders hold so mucth weight there's no more days where i'm i trapped by a room in the time of men. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 13 [informant] => mista7 [notes] => (Edited by Mod_1 on request) [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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