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[sid] => 163057
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Cliche
[time] => 2010-11-05 02:32:16
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => I have no compassion,
for hearts that cry;
over love, which never was;
but a clever disguise,
a blatant line,
to sweep you off your feet,
time after time,
a fool's monopoly
I hear your story,
on sorrow's bed,
Munchausin by Proxy;
the parallel,
tales of broken hearts,
and disenchanted dreams;
a hopeless romantic;
disconsolate beings
No pity should be spent
on disillusionment,
in a society;
where morals quake,
on shaky ground,
it's plain to see,
your love,was but a cliche.
[comments] => 4
[counter] => 298
[topic] => 22
[informant] => UNORTHODOX
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 14
[ratings] => 3
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => LostLove
)
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