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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Distant Taste of Blood
[time] => 2010-03-05 19:04:32
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[bodytext] => Grand mal of the psyche the distant taste of blood, Sharp ice spins in our storm clouds but we stay the lightning from the mud. The chilled air unexpected seeps into our hands, I read The Stranger years ago yet in my head it stands. I was thinking about stalactites stalagmites and the space in between, A floor and ceiling that will crush each other anticipation obscene. There is no moment for sharing no polishing a gun, Just sewage, and blankness and a hundred ways done. At best, most days it’s a ghostly joke, Whale songs way down low but should the right spices get blown in our eyes- We can all swing at the snow. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 97 [topic] => 21 [informant] => one_in_six [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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