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[sid] => 165716
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[aid] => mick
[title] => To Live Is To Die
[time] => 2011-04-06 12:35:56
[hometext] => My Final Thoughts
[bodytext] => It comes a day when your black become gray, when your sunflower blonde becomes sun-bleached. It comes a day when your eyes, brown, filled with curiousity and wonder of the world around you, become a black, so dried out and tired of this place. It comes a day when your sex appeal and your supple lips become purple and bruised. But I love to think when we go, finally, we live again, forgotten about our past lives, start anew again. I love to think my gray locks can become black again. I love to think I can run across the beach again, my feet bare as the skin I had the first night. And my last night. I love to think that really, I never quite die. But then.... I flatlined. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 13 [informant] => ElementZero [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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