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[aid] => mick
[title] => sick
[time] => 2005-06-30 15:56:29
[hometext] => bare bare bare me... im using this to explode, so stand far away as you usually do
[bodytext] => did you know that you haunt me you know i cant live like this theres no point theres no end my body only bends and bends have you heard my name have you remembered a familiar glance did you take a chance to take a stand or when you see me do your eyes just bend i dont know you strangers look at me that way and you dont so dont bother to try and let your eyes say anything you might regret forget make amends as our bodies bend theres nothing in here i know ive punched me up beaten myself cold but in the freeze i can imagine light though i cannot move i cannot fight im tired and im overdrunk and i lie to you cause i run out of luck in the moonlight this body sunk like a canonball who forgot its place the war is over and im just a face i remember luck thats all it was bleeding feeling just because and there is a vine that climbs the wall of my home but it is dry of wine and im alone this is purgory a crime so vicious teeth sink deep into my eyes blinding shivering swallowing nails like goodbyes in the sun we lye our hardened bodies welded apon eacother tonight push and pull and break my back and jingle yourself off to sleep while i fight a heart attack i fight to keep track ashes dizzy in the wind and everything is sinned [comments] => 0 [counter] => 220 [topic] => 21 [informant] => feathercut [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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