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[sid] => 56421
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Death
[time] => 2004-07-16 16:26:05
[hometext] => COMMENTS WANTED!
[bodytext] => Death sounds bitter and cold, It's one of those words that's so bold. But what it is like, I am so curious, Although it is one of those things that is so serious. I am so eager to see God's face, So come on death and pick up the pace. There is no purpose for me here, Unlike everyone else, life is my only fear. So come and take me away, With out anything else to say. I have no where else to be, Already? God's face I see! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Rhea [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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