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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => clock work
[time] => 2005-03-08 14:21:31
[hometext] => *sigh*, college life..
[bodytext] => we sat under the tree, next to the swing.. you with the strumming.. me with the sing. College is the inside of a clock... *tick* everything so *tock* confused, and unrealised.. what religion to choose? I see them walking past me, dressing up in divisions.. illustrating biased definitions. Each one with blurry visions, of what they want to be, painting me with chosen choices.. uni.. ..vers ..ity They walk past with unsettled faces, wondering whether they like girls or boys.. I've decided I like neither.. both are harmful decoys. we sat under the tree, next to the swing.. you with the strumming me with the sing You with the pill in your hand, me with the 'i understand'. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 201 [topic] => 43 [informant] => fixed [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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