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[sid] => 56542
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Don't do this.
[time] => 2004-07-17 16:19:36
[hometext] => Thing's will change, you'll see.
[bodytext] => Tell me what you want, from me. Quit toying with me, stop the taunting. You're so absurd, tell me what you need. Don't make me plead, i have your cure. I could give you the world, and more. Stop making it whoring, You'll just make me hurl. I'm not into your sexy looks, or pitiful wimper. Stuff like that makes me limp, dead to the world on hooks. Start caring back twards me, or our love will saturate. Our bond is easily lasurated, and that's how it will be. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 4 [informant] => insane_outsider [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => news )
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