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[aid] => mick
[title] => A puppet in this play
[time] => 2005-12-14 13:08:30
[hometext] => a prayer for one more wooden boy...
[bodytext] => Send me all the sands from Hell so i can fill a soul I need the sun to see myself deep within this bowl I filled my heart of hollows with echoes of my grief "My art is of the sorrows!! ..and that's become belief...." I know my strings so well i'm a puppet in this play I jump on stage and tell "i'm told what i'm to say..!!!" Bring the soup for me to sip so i can rot in wood My tears will sometimes tend to drip like rains that never could... dw [comments] => 8 [counter] => 238 [topic] => 61 [informant] => In_a_While [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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