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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sweet Red
[time] => 2004-12-09 22:23:13
[hometext] => This isn't about suicide or death, or even wanting to die. It's comfort in something most look down upon.
[bodytext] => my soul is weary my heart is weak eyes heavy ears deaf voice mute legs crippled fingers stiff thoughts blank cannot sleep i feel it crawling all over my toes dripping down my smooth leg spills onto the floor drip drop drip drip it makes its rhythm it grows faster there is no pain its so euphoric... oh look here it hurries to the surface oh Sweet Red my only comfort in your world of hate and cold [comments] => 3 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 55 [informant] => Beena [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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