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[aid] => mick
[title] => Playing in the Dark Park
[time] => 2005-03-06 23:46:36
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[bodytext] => I pull Darkness over my shoulders like a warm well knitted quilt each thread pulled by a splinter from my boney hands. Dancing in fountains of blood red velvet sickening roses and ruddy wine I feel the rush like Nightmare on the wind with hooves of FIRE. I tip toe over tombstones spiders left out bones and sleep among the howling cats. This is no gothic wish this is truth dripping from fangs and lips of white. For I truly live among the dead. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Nardo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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