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[aid] => Mick
[title] => It was $5.00 once
[time] => 2003-09-20 01:35:00
[hometext] => Baby boomers legacy, childrens warning, deeper, everything is not what it seems, sometimes people live on the edge of dreams.
[bodytext] => They send us down the road to a living hell A shallow place where life is a block cell Windows made of the shadows of dreams Cornerstone of hell daemon’s that scheme Wandering around in shadows of the night Girls tempting souls out of the drug life Which is it to be a quick love of sorts Or 100 dollars of coke for your nose to snort Place your bets upon the throne What is will never be borne The race is on the white horse In the sands of a desert course Five and ten will get you high The after math will make you cry Silver slivers in the vein A running open sore of pain Blood boils hot upon a body cold 50 pays for the coke body is old lips are dry as the night from which she came still the please is as great as summer rain Searing heat tears apart what left of my brain the doctors say he’s gone quite insane Powders gone now for at least a year But the memory still brings ranting fear Demons come for me every single day Memories inside my head send away Hands still shake and tremors start Fond is the memory but safe is the heart Take the gift that is given very carefully For the price is something you do not see It might be the essence of all you ever hold More than likely it will be your eternal soul [comments] => 1 [counter] => 243 [topic] => 8 [informant] => Walt [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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