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[aid] => mick
[title] => Seeing Red
[time] => 2010-05-02 15:30:27
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[bodytext] => The creak of the chair, As I rocked back and forth. Counted down the seconds, Until it moaned rhythmically-- To the sound of your footfalls on the porch. I was a bit trigger happy, with this gun in my hand. As I sat--Perched, Behind the door. I had been waiting patiently for this day. The look of shocked recognition, Forever etched to memory. Didn't give you time to react, As I shot you dead! Now my visions stained red. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cayleigh-Chan [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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