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[aid] => mick
[title] => tears and flies
[time] => 2005-09-30 23:10:44
[hometext] => his 10 year grandson was murdered selling...
[bodytext] => black snakes of neglected grit and spastic alone weaving ribbon-like between the rows of ugly stone where they've crossed, are filled with pools of angry life explained only by these streets with hate so rife your daddy made you brother to way too many mommy's 'sickness' needs, so she sleeps with any no food, no light, no clothes... there's always the street calling with a satanic voice of sirens, shots and heat there's 'family' to be had, away from these damned halls with this 'family', comes a price; oh yeah, the street calls out here the money's fast, just costs you a corner in the 'hood Blood In, don't sound bad; BLOOD OUT...don't sound so good screw it, you know there ain't no tomorrow. ever they take, don't expect them to give. they don't. never live for the minute, 'cause that's all you got not even a tear for the baby that was shot blood in, seems that there's really no way out since that's what life handed you, leaves no doubt blood out, it just ain't gonna make you crawl and at the ripe old age of ten, you've seen it all the morning is filled with stench and unholy flies decay for their breakfast, walking on lifeless eyes the deal went south, you'll never know or tell how or why and there's no tears from the 'family' that just let you die you will be missed, but not by those you thought cared we tried to love you, more than should have been dared all of this lost love won't bring you back to those who do yes, we tried to love you...way more than you ever knew never again will these eyes see your lovely smile and the only thing left for us to hold is this police file you found your comfort in things of our evil and such goodbye dear child, for you, this life, was just too much [comments] => 5 [counter] => 338 [topic] => 32 [informant] => reprobate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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