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[sid] => 175110
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Dead Head
[time] => 2013-02-13 04:45:15
[hometext] => Have you ever had the feeling that you feel everything in your body, that you're suddenly totally aware of your own flimsy body and human mortality?
[bodytext] => Not feeling great today. Bones are grinding force against my blood pulse. My brain a bundled bad of synoptic sacs or are they nerves neurons and neuroses? Feels more like a floating fog, creeping red down angered walls. Tickling. Mop up the juice of my crushed horticulture. Prune the hairs on the dolls head. She does not cry, only looks, glassy eyes lead to frozen smile and broken plastic skin. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 124 [topic] => 39 [informant] => NimuehB [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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