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[aid] => mick
[title] => Uneducated
[time] => 2004-05-04 13:42:39
[hometext] => this is what i'm feeling momentarily.
[bodytext] => wait... let passion's plain topple down... wait... look around in this simple town... seldom stately but blissful, cold calmings claim classes quaint quarantine lies greatful, still impervious of statutes superstitious in nature, left under man handled gone missing the research, that stakes a hold in sandles enumerated possibilities lacking sense but staying nonetheless as gatherings go and come peacefully the moors conjure another victim possessed no... the feat feels failed and superimposed this time and again... the feat feels failed... oh well forget it... straddling surefelt conviction, right on leftover posings disregard all restrictions, as if i needed those things while malicious the venture, closed season has left now the purpose lies so sure, even when you don't know how infinite yet surmountable when the calling forces more ever still the chain links fasten in their hold while sharpshooters tighten the quill no... the feat feels failed yes superimposed this time and again... the feat feels failed oh well... breaking on a moment of calm to get broken with no alarm whilst the serpent venoms the voices striking each down! striking each down! suppositions force fumblings, each way so untactful the footing comes crumbling, in backgrounds i'm baffled so stringent in supply, so focused in seething in pressure it's applied, the cherubs come teething overzealous in name no trifle grudges harbored locally there's pause to question grip in these reigns but where should my eyes set to see no... the feat feels failed it's superimposed this time and again... the feat feels failed oh well don't pay mind... staking bets on sugarsided songs bitter comes the lack of alarm and closer to hell but call it heaven... succulent cells couldn't be the ending... this wishing well looks so misleading... whilst the serpent venoms the voices striking each down! striking each down! the student spends forever unearthing striking each down! striking each down! [comments] => 9 [counter] => 230 [topic] => 64 [informant] => remy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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