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[aid] => mick
[title] => Angiosperms
[time] => 2013-04-12 07:11:05
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[bodytext] => Growing underground, like the bulb, of a pitcher plant. Gobbling up flies, spitting venom, when I kvetch and rant. Staring at the gate, O the Gate, not the pearly ones. Let me out of Hell, fire burns, a hundred thousand suns. Glitter in the night, I'm falling down, like a shooting star. Meteorites are rocks, you cannot smoke, and so I choke on tar. Put it in my lungs, watch me put it in my lungs. Yeah! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 122 [topic] => 61 [informant] => heartstrings_rewound [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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