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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Rap Music, Natural Disasters and Mardi Gras.
[time] => 2005-09-18 21:52:22
[hometext] => Written September 18.
[bodytext] => It’s all happening so fast – Like teacups and bears, like monkeys and strawberries – Too fast. Scrambled; like eggs, or brains, or television transmissions. She feels so inadequate So young, and childish, and naïve, and scared. Pulses escalate: the beeping on the monitor is so rapid. Call her chicken Bawk-bawk here, bawk-bawk there… She just can’t change the way she is. Here a bawk, there a bawk… Is she better or worse when she is alone? A. L. O. N. E (i. e. i. o. Everywhere a bawk-bawk!) She did nothing wrong, yet there is guilt. It’s building up within her chest – struggling against The affection she’s stored there. Overwhelmed, or underwhelmed? Over? Under? Over? Under? Rain and thunder. Like tears and heartbeats – salty and faded. Don’t take more than she is ready to give, my boy. She’s still healing out the stitches; Repairing the freshest scars – Something to always remember you by. We all love, in time Like marching bands and synchronized swimmers. Just pray she doesn’t drown, first. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 48 [informant] => blackmarker [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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