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[aid] => mick
[title] => Cope With Another
[time] => 2005-03-21 15:35:27
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[bodytext] => Spying at my soul through a torned wound mulched on my skin from kisses by the wind Eyes are stabbed by varna as voidness phased to gold. Never dare to see Jesus spread her legs. Oh, I never mend a prayer, but only lend a lie 'cause innocense is toned all around her head And it metaphores a rim of naked melody. When naked jesus is dowesd in dyed yellow sheets her six angels seduce within And thus emotions are swell, brain redempts himself And my heart mocks Mercy, but just for a moment. 'Twas this day I cry a motherload of blank infinity. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 62 [informant] => recon [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )
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