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[title] => Journal: Freewrite
[time] => 2010-08-02 23:35:52
[hometext] => One cold day a couple years ago my English teacher asked me to write whatever I could think of. This is what I came up with:
[bodytext] => It falls A frozen glory From a cold and lifeless sky A cloud covers the dirty In a blanket of mock Serenity Lightly falls like hellfire Frozen flame stings like a windwhip Hovers above us Amongst us, with pride Settles, this pure Sin, little white lies This worshipped pain In my neck I believe they call it - "Snow". [comments] => 4 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 73 [informant] => NovemberMayhem [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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