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[aid] => mick
[title] => to my math teacher
[time] => 2009-06-07 00:35:58
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[bodytext] => there is madness in everyone some are so distracted they will never notice it others are in asylums on the streets in classrooms some die from it some ignore it but to some butterflies glow neon the red lipstick in a grey painting jumps off the canvas it's biting and it's blinding a sonata crawls up their backs soft and slow and chills rush prickling and cold like sand swirling over the beach to the tempo of a breeze changing with the seasons dissonance tickles their souls as black silk strings swirl in their heads only touching the ears to confuse them and the beauty lies within the disorder some are tortured with too much beauty too much tragedy so much that it slowly kills them some murder people some commit suicide some write about it [comments] => 0 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Frankie_L [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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