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[aid] => mick
[title] => Throwback Thursday
[time] => 2017-03-30 11:53:24
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[bodytext] => the way it works out sometimes is like an abandoned car on route 304 littered with dirty deserted objects and a graveyard of creatures the image is unsettling the car a landmark signaling, ‘you’ve gone too far’ i’ve looked for ways around finding myself here – here in something so abandoned, broken unraveling beneath the rubble awaiting new days in your confessions knees buckling in a world where you are at the center of it all, i am pulled to the ground the way it works out sometimes is me, a woman the image of a vessel monument to the lost, home to dirty derelict things a landmark signaling, ‘this is where love comes to die’ [comments] => 1 [counter] => 297 [topic] => 25 [informant] => Cathartic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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