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[sid] => 125014
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => untitled
[time] => 2006-08-28 12:51:10
[hometext] => I wrote this poem a few months ago about what it was like when I cut and why no one noticed until I told them...
[bodytext] => Thin white scars on a broken doll, just like the fraying edges of a desolute bear. Did we miss the imperfection? Was it unnoticed until it dissolved beneath our touch? No the fraying, the cracking and cutting was there all along, getting worse as we grew. The older imperfections cannot be fixed, The newer shall heal... Ignore the future and we are all doomed. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 235 [topic] => 43 [informant] => amaya_h_k [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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