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[sid] => 22487
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => derived
[time] => 2003-08-30 01:05:00
[hometext] => --i am still working on this one--
[bodytext] => the truth of crying babies in you and me, the fire and dance, such a spectacle without chance, automated in dull definition, but such is the condition within sensation and design, the simple punishments and crime, disaster of ignorance replayed in time, we build our walls and radiate, we make our wars and radiate, paint ourselves on the wall and what we see, shape our sight to become encapsulated and never free, our unknown mechanics buried so you cant see, only truth of mind can set us free, trapped in words and history, [comments] => 2 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 43 [informant] => plous [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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