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[aid] => mick
[title] => walking wounded
[time] => 2005-01-01 18:33:35
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[bodytext] => i have to finish this intrigued by this triteness that's taken over you. Not tonight. Tonight i make myself feel how i always wanted to feel Anything else. I wanna fly away i hate my music i hate every single word i say the way i don't stand But soar a few inches from the ground and a few infinities apart from heaven. it's all burning down to you And you're not anywhere. I want more than this more than life's gentle kiss before it throws me away in the darkness. I feel forgotten Trying to reach life left me behind And i stand here blind And deaf And continuosly scolded in my misery. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 43 [informant] => simon_says [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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