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[aid] => mick
[title] => Dark Night
[time] => 2009-10-01 21:49:15
[hometext] => When I saw my mother almost beat to death
[bodytext] => I sit here now a simple flame
The things I see, such a shame
I sit and stare in utter despair
This flame I have well now it flares
No longer will I stay silent
And endure so much violence
I leap to action my thoughts a blur
As I scream these words do they slur
His head whips around dead lock on me
He mutters words that cannot be seen
My rage subsides a soul cracked
The words he spoke never to be taken back
In the distance a sudden crash
A leap of freedom to be had
-Charles Wayne Smithson
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[informant] => miamics
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[alanguage] => english
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[score] => 5
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[associated] =>
[topicname] => Grief
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