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[aid] => mick
[title] => The secret of the stars
[time] => 2006-03-18 10:48:34
[hometext] => n/a always, abraham
[bodytext] => She is a fallen bird found frozen in the morning. (her love) She screamed. She screamed and a scream bellowed beneath her beneath her (her love) bellowed screaming tiny, bloody hands. Tiny, bloody hands beneath her screaming and she screamed (her love) and the blackness came and the white lights. (I sat, waiting for the Dr.) A complication, they said, A complication. Bloody hands beneath her. ( I imagine what it is to be a father) A complication, I sat waiting for the Dr. Bloody hands to feel her, (I imagine what it is to be a father) a fallen bird fell frozen in the morning. A crumbled stone selling the secret of the stars. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 39 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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