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[sid] => 33455
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Mist
[time] => 2004-02-01 17:15:52
[hometext] => I wrote this on a bus coming home from a choir concert, do not kow why exactly, it just came out.
[bodytext] => Looking through the mirror My mind must be playing tricks For once i thought I mattered Then I stepped out of the Mist Those I held so dearly Have stabbed my back so much My back is getting old and sore And I have no one left to trust My shadow is shrinking slowly Along with everything I believed So few hold to the truth And pracitice simple honesty My days here are numbered For all the strings are thinned All those who know the truth Know this world doesn't measure past the skin The sun is shining brightly But my shadow has been dismissed For once I thought I mattered Then I looked on through the Mist [comments] => 2 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 25 [informant] => poet_of_anger [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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