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[aid] => mick
[title] => Painting in Red
[time] => 2009-03-23 17:48:16
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[bodytext] => I've been painting in red, my canvas glimmering with a shine of blood I tried to was the paint away only to have it spill to the floor and cover my feet. It seeps out the front door and down the walkway touching all the lives and families in the world Then the red started to creep up my leg and into my mind and i realized red was my inability to produce something of life, only death so I tore back the canvas paper to expose the caper, the puppet master to this game I reached in, letting the red spill over my arms and pulled him from his strings Each snapped, clapped and retracted from the body pull from red I let him whither on the floor in what looked like oil ready to boil It screamed in pain and I'd never see red again. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 73 [informant] => mutantfish [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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