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[sid] => 5822
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => And that's all
[time] => 2002-10-29 14:40:00
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[bodytext] => Scraping fear by cheek, from eyes
and then you are shamming, that there is nothing. Wind pursue his own breathles all over the increase hills, here and there, betwixt branches, that they with crack breaking. Still chiming to vespers after that, but there is no one to be seen in the dark. WHO look after you? What for Hail Mary, when is enough AMEN! Chained stone, name, just ways passing hurry. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 472 [topic] => 13 [informant] => SA_RA [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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