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[sid] => 50388
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Glass Box
[time] => 2004-06-04 11:35:35
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => whisper in my ear i'll cry in your lap i have no strength someone to help hold me up i live in a glass box smeared and unpolished look me over see if you like what i display the rise of my cloud like a little lost beam the sun rips the sky crimson tears splash to the ground how would you like me, fresh or well done? i lie in your arms a rotten piece of meat but will you still want me, when all is now done? the buttons of my soul slip shut in the light come live with me in the shadows of my life king me a woman and slash out my child, a demon of force. slice out my heart, i need it no more. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 13 [informant] => MDodgen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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