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[sid] => 113564
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Things
[time] => 2006-01-21 19:23:44
[hometext] => what will happen to me? feel like I die soon
[bodytext] => Some things are missing because people know that small things are true things and there “are” songs but without the sorrow it seems like lacking things. Some day someone die and this is why black eyes are blank ones. If true love is naked as told I’ll make it dressed so that people weigh it Embers of the hypocrite hurts insides then the inner dies Some and the same things are melodious but doesn’t mean much unless it is sung to the undertaker as I was born my words are to the olds and now my words are to the same olds that don’t get so any more. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 521 [topic] => 75 [informant] => emrekaratasny [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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