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[aid] => mick
[title] => Late night writing.
[time] => 2013-12-26 01:37:01
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[bodytext] => I once was adoring. Now some may find me a bit boring. Stellar eyes from your mystical soul once sent me soaring. Now gone, the existential merriment I once had is forever dwindling. Blessing in disguise, for now my best music comes from when the weather is pouring. What I'm writing isn't turning out how I wanted, It's late, I can barely see, Only source of light is from the moon illuminating my room, and on top of that I'm drowsing. Time to drift off into a deep state of unconsciousness, consciousness I'll see you in the morning. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 43 [informant] => JimKoz [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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