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[sid] => 50300
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Signal Fires Burn My Wrists
[time] => 2004-06-03 20:08:53
[hometext] => Kind of a crappy poem physically, but know what? I like it.
[bodytext] => I think that a mist made of blood droplets, spewed from an ever-beating heart would be neat. Like water vaper rolling around taught skin in the shower except red Red for pain red for anger red for desire red for the burned red for help Signal fires burn black craters in my wrists. They, they spray blood vaper I am in a cloud of blood, so when I walk, I break the floating bubbles and I am dappled with speckles. I am painted red with a salty spray erupting from my hollowed wrists. The moisture is so refreshing. It relieves all this heat. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Suz [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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