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[aid] => mick
[title] => What is Wrong?
[time] => 2004-05-03 17:40:45
[hometext] => I WROTE THIS ON MY BIRTHDAY AFTER MY PARENTS STARTED YELLING AT ME WITH NO EXPLANATION. SO THAT IS WHY IT KIND OF HAS NO REASON OR RHYME.
[bodytext] => Door splinters as you charge in Like a bull, fuming; I am the matador, Guilty in red. If this a dream, more Like a nightmare, please let me wake. Threats spill from your mouth As my heart crumbles. Later, Out of anger, the oak tree looks Challenging for a good fight. After pouting in defeat, blood as Black as your temper dripping off My fingertips onto the cement, I lean on the hard pillar. Below, A six-gallon gas tank, tempting me Like a fat kid and chocolate. But before anything burns, the wind Of my own love overwhelms me, And my chin drops in shame. -The Raven [comments] => 2 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 32 [informant] => TheRaven [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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