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[aid] => mick
[title] => Babbo
[time] => 2009-06-11 08:02:02
[hometext] => Time never rids of pain or longing, just eases it
[bodytext] => They poured the dust on your cage over five years ago, Left in the dark, your weed ridden mark In stone a life’s work, its existence. There was once a soul in that box, Before you were forced to leave. The weeds they grow, the time it shows, Everywhere apart from my heart. Wrong decisions I make, the time that it takes, All spurned by your ceasing existence. It’s just a short while before he’ll be back, A break in the life of a human, But there will be no return , we become but an urn and a print on a heart that lays shattered. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 39 [informant] => secretcelebrity [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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