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[aid] => mick
[title] => no title
[time] => 2003-11-07 11:18:38
[hometext] => picking a title is harder than writing the stupid poem
[bodytext] => The breeze is gently blowing through my hair The wind caresses my naked skin The sun shines down upon my body As I prepare to commit the ultimate sin Alone I stand out here on this hill No one is near, no one cares I have my trusted knife in hand Gripping it tight as my skin slowly tears The blood drips down my body A crimson flow in contrast with my white skin I feel no pain, I know no pleasure The lines I draw are so very thin I don’t want to rush the final cut I want to experience every last drop I have all day, no one knows I’m here No one can ever make me stop The blood drips down my body A crimson flow in contrast with my white skin I feel no pain, I know no pleasure The lines I draw are so very thin I don’t want to rush the final cut I want to experience every last drop I have all day, no one knows I’m here No one can ever make me stop [comments] => 1 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 13 [informant] => mercedes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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