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[aid] => mick
[title] => Apathetic Picturesque
[time] => 2004-10-12 19:27:12
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[bodytext] => Sit. Slouch. skin droops & spine convex a sigh = sigh = Life. It takes a great deal of time to become content with being alone, But no time at all to make you realize You're lonely. Poetry isn't Poetry anymore, see words & thoughts are forgotten tears the grey of the morning is in my heart... so so so cold, my empty arms in my mind You laugh and you are free (and I'm imprisoned inside me) drugs & beer & killing spree emotions never die. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 39 [informant] => SensitiveSoAbused [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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