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[aid] => mick
[title] => Tu Cuerpo es Como una Guitarra
[time] => 2005-02-14 18:17:40
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[bodytext] => Your dance was on fire within The textbook confines of sanity. The insurrection was foiled, By guilt and spread arms. The tree line was burned, And my blood sugar was low. I cracked the chalkboard, With my tongue in hand. I’ve sung about forgotten paintings of crucifixion, And they wondered at the pale face and chapped lips. Absent of malice, I broke hearts and got what I want. My abnormality was common. Suicide, thunderstorms, birthday cakes and pencils. I spread my wings and dropped subaqual. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 43 [informant] => savingmarion [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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