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[sid] => 28046
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => -velvet rope-
[time] => 2003-11-27 02:17:07
[hometext] => no clue where this came from
[bodytext] => the lies run smoothly like silk off the tip of your tounge now my words flow like venom now bite your tounge and maybe (just maybe) we can have a plesant conversation disguise you lies behind eyes of hesitation and clever cover stories found myself at the bottom of a bottle don't bother crying (the act is getting old) cos my shoulders gone cold and this game has gotten old (you've gotten old) smooth words and a tounge like velvet sand paper and nails on a chalk board now close your eyes and shut your mouth so i can die in silence [comments] => 3 [counter] => 483 [topic] => 43 [informant] => TaintedOptomist [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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