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[aid] => mick
[title] => COLOURBLIND
[time] => 2009-03-27 18:47:57
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[bodytext] => looking back on life's demise, I take away rose-tinted eyes. stepping back to a world of grey, To a world where colour Was so far away each morning woken by a death dark sun, With morbid sky devoid of fun. I leave my bed with heavy eyes, from sleepless nights And days of cries. No longer in a world of need, I cut myself And watch me bleed. with each crimson drip, My colour returns I feel alive With each cut that burns. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 207 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bigbadblinkybill [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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