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[aid] => mick
[title] => Desolate
[time] => 2015-12-12 14:33:27
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Dare I
put quill to paper,
when contemplation is in the eyes of
The world darkness, can the marriage of completion be so
Besmirched by that which brings abhorrence to the world and
Am I a part? That which I sought arrived with the Devil's smile
And am I a minion to dare to whisper this, as part of the dance
Am I part of the stain?
And tears fell, even then there is no purity!
How does that world find me?
Hell has a part of
A broken heart
And how, can I
Grieve.
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