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[aid] => mick
[title] => Slicing
[time] => 2008-07-10 17:08:36
[hometext] => always a thought of what is coming
[bodytext] => and the fever had Me distant each memory took its turn. I lay quiet there is no break in the flood of good and bad, no judgement right or wrong. Death is no wind-up toy, but a constant, with phantoms moving in and out your soul. Let Me promise one act can save You. and I lay shallow, on a shallow plane remembering ancient tears forgotten sins. and the slicing, something will come, what then. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 210 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Sandscribble [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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