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[sid] => 132749
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Horrid
[time] => 2007-03-15 18:09:11
[hometext] => Whatever seeps out from my head.
[bodytext] => Chosen be these thoughts of mine, Truly angry, bliss, sublime. It tantalizes down a line For some reason My mind set is treason. Betraying whatever I see fit To an endless extent. Of insanity and torment. Now you beast, upon my intelligence you will feast. Tear it apart, Dont forget the heart, The juices there , prove most rare. So now my anger has subsided, it is full and finished dining. Cleansed of all thought I am blessed, to the ground I am pressed. Finished now and Forever more, Leave me be. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 6 [informant] => SedativeHappy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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