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[aid] => mick
[title] => -=|.My.Morbid.Carousel.|=-
[time] => 2005-01-31 17:20:45
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[bodytext] => Listen to the sweet sounds of resounding screams; while she thought it all about her dreams. The blood stained floors; with bloody hand-printed doors. While she took the long, dreaded step; she plunged stright into the depth. The starry-eyed beauty of night-fall; she became the next victim of his death call. She used to dream of horrified liars; but, instead, she got the passionate desires. She wanted to be just like them; when she started thinking of him. Just wonder about your life; and hold tight to your pretty wife. This is only the beginning of my cell. Welcome to my Morbid Carousel. 10-31-04 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Candy_Dirtbag [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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