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[aid] => mick
[title] => guilt buried
[time] => 2015-12-17 12:11:39
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => never deep enough
a dark ghost self
hard to touch the stones
holding tight not wanting
like a dead branch snapping
off a tree in winter to dilute
it with this ink spinning adrift
in pirouettes denying voice
oppressed identity neglected
un-pretty love it hate it watch
inside for life is fleeting and art
is eating stars for breakfast
insomnia with my silent
night/mouth pen stained fingers.
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