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[sid] => 15756
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => shattered cities
[time] => 2003-04-11 09:05:00
[hometext] => not what you think...
[bodytext] => his face is white as if some ill
had drained the color of his face the dead, black eyes invoke a chill when speaking of his deadly tastes although his face is not so striking, his eyes arrest and hold in place speaking of his thwarted likings all the things he's laid to waste his eyes are black; you cannot tell where pupil, iris blend together they tell the story of his hell his heart dried out and gone forever no love lies inside this soul just shattered cities laid to waste all that is evil makes him whole resting in his pale white face i am not evil though i find my soul gets lost inside his eyes perhaps we are two of a kind good and evil not combined perhaps i see inside his eyes what i myself could never be perhaps he is surprised to find a side of his dead soul in me [comments] => 4 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 25 [informant] => Blue [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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