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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Charred Soul
[time] => 2011-06-24 02:34:33
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[bodytext] => I spend to many nights drowning in seclusion Lying bend over in the fetal position on my bed Surrounded by all kinds of fire-breathing illusions And at day fighting to stay ahead Sitting bend over the desk, on a chair Keeping my head down to avoid the hot air I changed to much and I was fast Making remarks at the expense of most Trying to get over the hot images of the past Unguided as a free floating corpse searching for coast To get a moment's rest from the constant commotion of this neurotic warm modern urban ocean I grasped blindly for the few straws In hopes to find someone to cool my burn But in my grasp they always crumble because I don't allow it,ever since the fire made me stern [comments] => 1 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 73 [informant] => zeberdee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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