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[aid] => mick
[title] => Specimen
[time] => 2004-09-17 01:06:52
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[bodytext] => I've got these wings Here they are pinned upon this glass With nothing but onlookers Poking and prodding into the past I opened my eyes to the limelight It's fluorescent aroma to my face I squint without fading But I'm stuck in this artificial place The whole room changed so quickly then My wings were torn from my back The pains of aching memories And my world begins to lapse Fading into darkness As my shattered wings are put on display I could be an angel later But now I'm a fly-specimen, rotting in dismay [comments] => 2 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Exodus-On-Life [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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