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[sid] => 28016
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Paleness
[time] => 2003-11-26 19:19:58
[hometext] => this is a poem about cutting, Ive never cut myself but I imagine this is what it might be like
[bodytext] => a withered rose filled with thorns blood drips from her fingers her cold touch of soft despair in the bleak december the pale lights and blank walls remind her of her soul she slides the knife gainst frigid skin the warm blood does flow a smiling grimace paints her face the cold tears do run she cries out into the night for someone anyone blood dripping from her finger echoes on the floor she is alone in paleness for now and evermore [comments] => 3 [counter] => 238 [topic] => 13 [informant] => doug [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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