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[aid] => mick
[title] => Why
[time] => 2014-12-04 11:33:30
[hometext] => we are to focused, to stressed....why...
[bodytext] => when it rains i go insane
my fingers reach as if to grasp
sun shines on a field of grass
planets spin as if to dance
night and day the ants will march
the sands creep and mountains pass
turtles crawl held in hearts
cry at night my time wont last
all alone i feel out cast
miss the touch i miss the past
and never will i stop to ask
why
by jason thomas
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[topic] => 21
[informant] => jaysun777
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[alanguage] => english
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[associated] =>
[topicname] => Lifepoems
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