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[aid] => mick
[title] => Boston
[time] => 2006-05-06 22:05:49
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[bodytext] => i'll go to bed early, cry myself to sleep i'll wake up and paint on a smile i'm kinda getting sick of this same routine and the red wont come off of the tile the mirror on this wall, it is falling down the screws are loose and abandoned the mirror on this wall, it is falling down and just like this smile it is broken the coffee is made, as well as the bed biscuts are in the oven there is a horrible ache in my head just add some more medication breakfast is cooked, the table is set i pour a glass of coffee i water the flower's though they are dead i just can't get this pain off me i pack up my bags, stuff them with clothes and i silently walk out the door no one will miss me, if no one knows i buy my ticket and board the plane is flying through the sky i just look out the window i can feel my past whisper goodbye it is time to get off now i'm in a new town, came to start brand new i wont think of home often but somethings not right, you should be here too i'm in a town called boston [comments] => 1 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 43 [informant] => needs_change [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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