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[aid] => mick
[title] => Wood
[time] => 2005-05-21 10:45:50
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[bodytext] => Wooden, stiff, and incomplete. Torn from where I stood right off of my feet. And I could not stop this, I'm used to make a house, And then a drawer or chair, But I will never again be me. Because I cannot be attached back on to the tree, Where the completion of the Gods, Whom in you so ignorantly believe, Had intended me to leave, and like I tree I leaf But I left so long ago, Before I was even there. What happened to the bliss? Where did go this happiness, Which once I thought I knew. But all there is is sadness, On every branch of life. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 64 [informant] => AssassinatorGirl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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