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[sid] => 13820
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => hail
[time] => 2003-03-06 08:00:00
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[bodytext] => Speak on the dark, things left to be named,
named things that want fame from what they give, an empty hole, compliant with action now warranted, another day in the chaos of now, what was it like in the caves, full of dreams, nightmares, punish a set reaction, a base of memories in time, a whole world of control, for what, we never make it that far, because most dont want to, my language, tastes, not my decision you could say, but now i defend it, its a joke i must say, circles and food, parabola to survival, it is the only drive, on why you love and in turn hate, dont blame me, i did not make this time, [comments] => 1 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 43 [informant] => plous [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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