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[aid] => mick
[title] => There's no chance of bliss escape
[time] => 2006-05-08 13:01:30
[hometext] => I really don't know what i was thinking, it is an old poem which i found on a crumpled piece of paper at the bottom of a draw.
[bodytext] => There's no chance of bliss escape, Nobody knows she's here, If it was me or you, We'd both be wrenched with fear. A rusted dagger, Piecing her heart, A sudden glimour of hope, Her grey eyes do spark. -Gone, the glimour faded- She sits, hunched in a corner, Holding paper and pen, Like a fragile mouse, She awaits her fait within the lions den. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 1318 [topic] => 43 [informant] => xoXOSaDiEOXox [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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