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[sid] => 89199
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Reflection
[time] => 2005-03-29 15:05:09
[hometext] => This was written ten years ago, after my mother died.
[bodytext] => I see the shadows on the wall, I see all the movements-great and small. Yet trembling, I can't believe, That what I'm seeing is me. Am I really the possessor of such a broken heart? Am I really so torn apart? It's like looking at someone else, Through a cracked and foggy mirror. Yet, it is me, Lying there, Surrounded by all the pain and terror. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 13 [informant] => lilikat [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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