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[sid] => 62116
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => One Removed
[time] => 2004-08-31 22:15:16
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => I can feel you slam the doors. I can feel you. I can smell your flesh... your stinking, rotting flesh; the acrid stench of your breath releasing words. "I don't give a *****." You're rotting from the inside out. In my mind I see the hole forming, growing, controlling. I see you raise your hands. I see you throw your words. I see the death inside you. I see, I feel, from outside myself, my only safe haven so far inside I'm as one above, a spectator. I see. I feel. As one removed. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 229 [topic] => 13 [informant] => waos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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