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[aid] => mick
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[time] => 2004-05-27 15:55:02
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[bodytext] => I'm trying to keep from crying, Because this room is like a tomb, And the sands of time are running through my fingers... This facade makes me seem fine, but i'm wishing childish dreams still lingered. Clasping my pallid knees close to me, Pondering the meaning of being free, High in that cerulean sky, Somewhere Is there an omniscient someone Dominating over these firing guns? Decreeing the penalty of death, Taking that precious breath Of Life. Thus doubly adding to and ending the strife Of ill-begotten dreams-- Hear the screams? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 235 [topic] => 13 [informant] => CeruleanScreams [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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