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[aid] => mick
[title] => say hello
[time] => 2004-06-29 15:49:31
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[bodytext] => When she walks in you stand still and hope she doesn't take notice you hope that she just walks by, and you don't have to put up with her bitter words today Mother Mary, "si se puede" and if I could and if I can then why aren't I, the picture perfect image of she wanted me to be. I don't listen anymore, Because I don't want your burden on me I'll fly with my blood soaked wing along the orange sky and attempt to forget the pain and scars and misery of every second of my life And just move on [comments] => 1 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 13 [informant] => KurdtBeantheWIKKED [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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