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[sid] => 181907
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => ardent soul
[time] => 2015-10-03 15:49:52
[hometext] => Out of difficulties grow miracles. ~Jean de la Bruyere
[bodytext] => as if traipsing
through sacred
with
a tang of frost
in the dark of night
approaching
the nothingness
to try and divorce
the mad from
the madness
willingly and with
grace as there's
no division here
between the sublime
and the divine
we all have
a snake or two
in our hair
and happenings
give rise to themselves
and a whole world
of unseen wonders.
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[topic] => 73
[informant] => ming
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[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
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[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
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