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[sid] => 158896
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Run down
[time] => 2010-04-13 15:02:02
[hometext] => I'm guessing this awkward situation could arise at some point .. drug abuse is dirty
[bodytext] => Peering up into the frame Dusty faces look still to me Memories and not just memory ‘Is that you that played that football game?’ He pauses to eye the room And I pause just the same He chirps a rusty cough Dust flies. ‘You know they try to scare you, but no one really dies’ Brandish the needle and take the plastic off ‘You don’t mind if I?’ Not at all – take this fall He lies with the dust Heating kitchen utensils Look through my sons stencils Left arm is a must Take it up - Breath Trauma with ease Facedown in the still Morning silence lingers his limp blue fingers do not mean he’s ill I Think I’m alone This lowers the tone. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 13 [informant] => b3nnehboi [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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