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[sid] => 180474
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Eulogy
[time] => 2015-02-07 08:53:02
[hometext] => I once was lost, but now I'm found.
[bodytext] => Here lies a troubled soul-
Full of tiny incisions,
Made from bad decisions
Purging of the truth extolled
Where hope floats like a rock.
With a crushing precision,
In sniper position,
Watching closely like a hawk-
Beaked enthusiasm,
Gouged madness in fleshy bits
Nothing left, but the pits,
Sacred cannibalism
Negativity perched-
In some gutter looking up
With fork, knife, plate, and cup
Every cavity is searched
Something brazen is unearthed,
A fighting spirit kicks
While the eleventh hour ticks,
A survivor- rebirthed.
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[informant] => hauntedscorp
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[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
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[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => Lifepoems
)
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