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[aid] => mick
[title] => Untitled #5
[time] => 2005-02-25 00:32:55
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[bodytext] => I feel like a kid again lost and ignorant not fooling anyone in these big black specks I hide behind. The words I speak are carefully chosen trickery at its best, but not anymore. I fell off the wall sometime after Humpty but was never to be put back together. My mind fractured to bits and pieces too small for the naked eye scattered among the vagrant streets of the Broken and Wounded I'm lost to the wind. Bodiless I lie without true form (the inside, not out) floating into what? Not the Night, for that is something I can grasp. What is in the Now is slipping between my fingers dripping like honey sweet and sticky but easily washed away. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Nardo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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