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[aid] => mick
[title] => Mine
[time] => 2005-01-31 00:13:45
[hometext] => Haha, scary psycho poem inspired froma murder novel I read... Yeah... Boredom does crazy things to you...
[bodytext] => I had many secrets You promised not to tell I had many regrets That made me live a mortal hell I had many ups And I had many downs But the one thing to keep me going Was knowing you were around Captious looks controlled my life I was chained to a multitude of lies What I saw in the mirror was a mistake But you were there to open my eyes I used your flesh to bury worries I invaded your lips to share my sins I used your blood to cover up All my secrets held within Your arms were always open For a simple just in case And it still pains me now To remember that look upon your face As I held your heart in my hands And felt the cease of its steady beat And all of our years of trust and love In one moment seemed to cease I want to love you like never before I want you to be mine I want to know you inside and out Even if it means together this will be the last time I want to feel your pain I want to taste your tears I want to dig into your soul And keep your sin from all of these years Your love was like a child's Sweet, true, and pure But my constant craving for you I just can't seem to find the cure You plague my thoughts I can't get you out of my head And I've found the only way I can love you Is to love you when you're dead [comments] => 2 [counter] => 206 [topic] => 59 [informant] => AKA_Anonymous [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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