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[sid] => 22735
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Bruised Sky
[time] => 2003-09-04 13:05:00
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[bodytext] => Every night as I lie myself down, I see a sky that is bruised and clouds that are scarched, I don't know whether they really are bruised and burnt, or is it my own world that has been upturned, whatever it is, it don't matter no more, cause inside and out, I'm feeling quite sore. Now as I sit and wait at the cemetery gate, I sing to the guy digging my grave, "would you dig me a shallow one, so that during the day I can feel the sun, and when it rains I can get wet, and shiver as the cold drops onto me plummet?" As I see the way fate ius throwing me around, I think it would be better when I go to lie under the ground. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 6 [informant] => damien [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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