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[sid] => 53890
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Party Dress
[time] => 2004-06-27 11:25:47
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Consder me in my party dress. Such a dirty little pretty mess. My knees are scabbed and clothes are torn. Not the first time this dress has been worn. I'm rhyming in my schoolgirl drawl. It's better than letting go of the bright red ball. Chipped fingernails, cracking, shaking Is there anything worse than eternal waking? I cried, I sought, I prayed, I lied, I called a friend. But nothing could put my party dress back together again. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 13 [informant] => jary [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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