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[sid] => 165648
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Trophy
[time] => 2011-04-03 20:55:59
[hometext] => every kid gets a prize...
[bodytext] =>
this one's special:
a red tear of release
that brought surprising
joy and peace.
oh! rock concert,
millenium's end:
a puckered wound that
will not mend.
here and there, in
scars and infections
lives pain and fear, such
warm recollections...
and the creme de la creme:
disinfectant and white walls,
desperate cries and calls
for pressure to stem the tide;
my trophy wound,
my joy, and pride.
[comments] => 1
[counter] => 181
[topic] => 72
[informant] => spike
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 10
[ratings] => 2
[editpoem] => 0
[associated] =>
[topicname] => self-harmpoetry
)
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