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[aid] => mick
[title] => Strangers
[time] => 2010-12-02 22:23:41
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[bodytext] => Lost inside a puddles wrinkle I can see her face
Again she fades away like yesterdays passion
Sunsets over sandy footprints bullied by the storm
A sharpened thorn constantly poking at my insecurities
Come the nightfall she was always my rose
We took turns hurting one another without flinching nor
Caring about the transformation that would ensue
Destruction of character was crucial to purpose
She searched my eyes for one final kiss
And I wished for her tears to drown the hollow
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