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[aid] => mick
[title] => unraveling
[time] => 2017-08-04 13:48:38
[hometext] => Everything is complicated, even those things that seem flat in their bleakness or sadness. ~Nick Hornby
[bodytext] => trying yo get my shadow
not to swallow me whole
hiding my hole(d) heart-self
down
deep
deep
dark metaphors
everything is empty
including my glass
the sun burns
rhyme is cheap
the wolf dreams
of sheep I can not count
in a few months
wind bares trees
another death a season gone
a long rain/tears and cold
and what is gone
forever...
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