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[aid] => mick
[title] => Intervento
[time] => 2011-06-07 15:57:33
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[bodytext] => I am drenched in blood, But most things are clear, We are all human, But getting killed in the process, All buildings have to rise, But every brick can be broken. I wipe the blood, But I still see red, Against greater opposition, But I have no weakness, A gift to my beloved, But she is no longer with me, I cry every day, But I do not care. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 39 [informant] => MattHolcombe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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