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[sid] => 179943
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Bad Bug Gone
[time] => 2014-12-05 06:54:56
[hometext] => My Spirit has finally risen to my desire. Porn is crushed.
[bodytext] =>
This little bug had its way-
I, the host to let it romp;
to play at will
and on my spirit,
smash and crush with silken stomp.
Pretty packages, wrapped or not-
click her or here for what I want.
This bug that whispered in my mind,
this pest that ate me from inside-
my morals lost in this bug's tread
leaving images of lust and flesh-
an emptiness of wanting more-
another look inside the store.
But prayer, a wondrous thing, tis' true
Now the naked bug reduced;
no fleshly sin to scrape,
no weakness for nude's sake-
By grace it fled my spirit leaving peace,
no lust no need , just purity.
[comments] => 5
[counter] => 387
[topic] => 52
[informant] => Invierno
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 0
[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => goodbyepoetry
)
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