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[title] => Friends
[time] => 2005-05-07 06:31:44
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[bodytext] => Translucent feelings, masked anger and superficial lust. Squawking socialites in their stone towers Crouching together to peck at their fallen comrades Like vultures on a rancid corpse. Yet worse than cowled birds of carrion the corpse still breaths. Alive in all countenance bar fashionable acceptability. Tearing away the living tissue Scattering the remains in the howling winds Awaiting the time that next they meet And another falls from their social perch. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Jimmato [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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