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[aid] => mick
[title] => cold front
[time] => 2011-08-24 00:21:01
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[bodytext] => Tarmacadam glistens in the shadow of the rain brief respite as I walk along, for it will fall again my shadow races me then falls, I count between the lights the trickery of shadows offers comfort in the night. I hear some noisy others with their laughter up ahead anxiety arrives, head down, hoping nothing is said I consciously expand and swagger in a manly way passing this clan, their power known, but nothing they do say. And I walk on, knowing that my fear was so well hid for others see me as a man, alone I am a kid. This illusion is maintained until I turn my key I shut my door, and like before, I am the real me. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 61 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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