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[sid] => 75848
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Caldron
[time] => 2004-12-15 03:56:07
[hometext] => Ellie, she might not ever heal
[bodytext] => Some live for the resurrection feeding on seconds that dark abyss where you walk the paths in comfort and need no eyes. What would you have if not torment, what safety is there in giving yourself away. The darkness folds each and every night you with it caldron's boil from way down deep. The acids of life chew and chew but now your a well oiled machine, what would you give if I offered what nights would be mine. Inherit your sacrifice over and over someone will reach for the drowning hand.. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Crow [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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