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[aid] => mick
[title] => The corrupt and the dirty
[time] => 2004-07-21 15:54:36
[hometext] => i have no idea where this poem came from it just sorta flowed from my heart to paper. please enjoy and comment
[bodytext] => Walking in the dark I find my self back at pains beckon call. Feeling as I begin to fall, All I can see is the dense darkness rushing past me. Why is this happening to me? I was almost free, yet it has grabbed me with its black hands again, Pulling at me making me feel so much pain. I stumble forwards, into a puddle of hurt, Covered in the corrupt dirt. No matter how hard I try I cannot break these bounds. I cry aloud but nothing sounds. The corruptness and dirtiness close in on me, Yet I am seen by only me. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 43 [informant] => little_genna [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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