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[title] => so what
[time] => 2004-06-09 15:55:24
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[bodytext] => I cut into the rivers of my life to see how deep they flow under the skin. I let the red waters spill all other the floor and on my clothes. The worms that most call my veins wiggle and fight to get free from my body. The marbles that are my eyes are torn from my head and roll of into cracks of the floor. The answer to this question is so what. As I stared into the face of my future which is nothing I lean back and fall into the pit. The beasts that live in the dark ripe my flesh till I'm only bones and an empty soul as I fall. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 13 [informant] => blackflamingskull [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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