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[sid] => 6042
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Insanity
[time] => 2002-11-01 12:30:00
[hometext] => I wrote this while thinking of death.
And things like Vampires. [bodytext] => Thy mind is drawn to the pleasure. Thy heart is full, and thine soul has sunk. Thine mind drowns faint pictures now. With vampires blood. And the dancing dead. Thou cry’s with pleasures. Please with pain. Thy eyes turn red. With a blood shot glow. Thine scream is piercing. Thy soul is withdrawn. Thine are his now. Thine art the vampire’s drug. From now till dusk. From then to death. From death till eternity [comments] => 1 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 36 [informant] => sapphireangel [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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