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[aid] => mick
[title] => ON THE EDGE
[time] => 2013-01-29 16:33:28
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[bodytext] => My head is spinning around, My eyes are speeding up, My mouth is like a paw of horse, Who jams grain of my words spoken. This is time of night’s fever Those I can not have a girl; These is a Saturday’s fever, This dries all my dries my wet love. My nose shoots cold magmas My senses walk trough Sahara But I am not giving up… Once day is passing on, And I need a shelter to rest. I am so cold I seem to meet My inner’s pair, my inner demon. It says I am going to merry her; However I know I’m on edge. No I am not going to the hell As I did not complain the calling Of heaven, where I do not deserve To go when my body will turn on dust. My head is spinning around, My eyes are speeding up… But, be sure, I am not going to give up… Once day passed on. And I am going to bed. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 130 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Lemon [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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