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[aid] => mick
[title] => Reflection
[time] => 2005-06-11 03:02:37
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[bodytext] => All things aside I am so tired Falling into depletion Always gets me so wired Push me and pull me I'll beg and resist Grasping you open With bunched up fists Tired of drawing These maps to no ends And colouring Echoes As if they were friends Chalk on the board And a square they call one I have distant memories Of what they call fun I remember a Time When weight was in text And had no bearing On what might come next I remember when free Was true, not ideal And thought didn't matter Only what you may feel [comments] => 1 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 43 [informant] => xnoybis [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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