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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Blood Stone
[time] => 2007-08-11 23:48:01
[hometext] => The Oil Of The Night Seeps Into The Mess Of The Day
[bodytext] => Red drips the side of my face not loved, My hair bleeds, Hands clot and haemorrhage, Feet bubble and overflow. I am a half crouched swelling, An emotional haemophiliac Gripping a fistful of passions that drip through my fingers. When my fingernails dance in deep velvet rhythm, Trail my bliss sucked insidious veins, I am gasping. Press your insipid mouth close to mine, I will seep into you, And fill you with instability. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Wolfareen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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