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[sid] => 176493
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => the bottle
[time] => 2013-07-10 14:57:01
[hometext] => addiction
[bodytext] => Sometimes I think, the time might be now to get out of this bed, if but my limbs would allow To call up an old friend, or an ex I feel I know I know they'd understand, if I took it real slow But the fan in the corner just shakes it's head no. And I thought that maybe, I'd call for some work and I tried to recall, where the number might lurk. I'd make me some cash, pocket the dough But the fan in the corner just shakes it's head no. And the bottle beside me, catches the light. The promise therein, to escape for a night. It's voice too alluring, it's promise too bright. I'll drink just one more, in the morning I'll go. But the fan in the corner just shakes it's head no. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 13 [informant] => smith2267 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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