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[sid] => 17011
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => at two A.M.
[time] => 2003-05-04 16:35:00
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => i know it's late
i see the Moon cry screaming, "it's the Fairweather Beasts' bedtime!" what Ravenous Queen has Her son tonite? the stroke of midnite with brown eyes calling there's still so much left to hate and many hearts left to burn but there are no dungeons as beautiful as blood with a cynical smile or tight fist it's later now twenty-six past one he tells them this time the girl's gone insane gone against the grain into the rain and there's no humble stroke left here for two A.M. a killer's curse a lover's kiss but no such Moon to tell my why [comments] => 1 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 24 [informant] => boobies [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
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