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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Heat of Pain
[time] => 2005-04-06 19:58:25
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[bodytext] => My hand turns green As the sun begins to burn Shout a little louder now dear I can’t see the spasms in your lips As I begin to bite you o so hard My dear you’re sweating Put on some shades And drink some juice I see that you’ve been Punctured from the side A wound left open for display Look me in the eyes and tell me that it hurts As the blood slowly drips towards the floor So hot but cold Fingers left out in the sun to long O lick your lips my dear Stare at the glass on the floor Don’t drop those eyes Don’t start to cry Just smile Don’t worry ‘Cause everything’s alright [comments] => 1 [counter] => 207 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Pyrofungus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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