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[aid] => mick
[title] => Untitled 2
[time] => 2002-10-15 08:15:00
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[bodytext] => Amidst the white, the pure,
Lovely shade of life, Death waves his bony hand And beckons the young man: “In Charon’s lair You’ll find a rose: A life that was, But is no more. Here you speak of sins And redemption, Bt it’s of no use – There’s no salvation. You may enter. To speak, take the floor, But pay the price… Leave your soul at the door.” This death said And disappeared. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Corruptor [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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