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[sid] => 150864
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => But the bugs have come...
[time] => 2009-06-19 09:54:19
[hometext] => only for the sense of release and the pain in my soul
[bodytext] => It was a day sun was shining the moon was hidden in the shadow of his bigger brother we danced in the fields pushing daises we mocked the living with cold fingers the heat in my soul was on fire the taste of sulfur stained my taste for you we went to the bridge the nooses all hung in pretty rows while the wind made it look hypnotizing the children sang songs with jump rope sadistic hangman did his dance they painted the streets gold that day so we could all feel a little heaven we laid on the side choosing not to listen oh the rebel that wanted to swing you screamed and shouted but it's to late now the bugs have come its to late now the sun is done. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 213 [topic] => 73 [informant] => lostrelic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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