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[aid] => mick
[title] => Assassin
[time] => 2004-06-22 13:46:38
[hometext] => A parable of words consigned from a villian. A tale to all those who would dare accost any indulgences. Remember that the reach of one such as he is long and without pretenses.
[bodytext] => I step in silence I walk in shadows My gaze envenomed My looks are daggers A drop of poison A prick of razors Upon blades of iron Upon tips of arrows Thy flesh thy mettle Do crumble so supple Thy life to angels I consign immaterial. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 13 [informant] => baronhawk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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