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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Fall (Dirt and Hair)
[time] => 2005-02-03 02:25:03
[hometext] => I dunno what this is about....I reckon t's bout death (death has a drawl by the by^_^) but then who am i to know...i'm only the writer ^_^ enjoy! always, abraham
[bodytext] => The woman fell. Her hair caught over the twilight. Her mouth surrounding the(sensation) stars. Her fingers against the lattice of the house; (pressing wildly pressing furiously)the lattice of the house scattered diamonds over the shadow of her gown. This is the birth newly settled into dust, she whispered, this is the fallacy(in birth we are caged birds freed). She closed her eyes swept deeply the dirt and hair the dirt and hair of an old knife(old rusty dulling blade) an old knife with dirt and hair beneath her finger nails. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 43 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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