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[sid] => 51689
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Left
[time] => 2004-06-13 07:05:25
[hometext] => one of my old poems, just average but i love this one
[bodytext] => To hell for glory as I pay My soul, my love as heavens betray I hold my breaths, the few ones left Like every night into a day Out from sorrow in misery I lay To help me survive with what is left Can't talk, can't whisper, how to say? Don't try to force me to the joy of gay 'Cause I'm trying to use the least of what is left. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 32 [informant] => frejya [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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