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[aid] => mick
[title] => Missionary
[time] => 2015-01-07 15:34:16
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => An honest man
Speaks from the mirror
His reflections
Illusions of horror
Interpreted
Fragile tones
Flow outwardly
Accepted
Unintentionally
Rejected
Cemented, into
Concrete terms
Here it is
Watch it burn
Burned
Feeble mindedness
A nibble of frost
No hope is lost
When faith is tossed
Towards a heavily ghost
I see stars
Prayers reach
Far from speech
Humans keep
Colors deep
Inside the mist
Intimate dreams
A fantasy
Come true
Here I am
On
Top
Of
You
---
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[informant] => Jyssvw22
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