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[aid] => mick
[title] => paper tiger
[time] => 2017-07-03 12:57:31
[hometext] => The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.~Marcus Tullius Cicero
[bodytext] => inked lines as smoke signals
understanding/rescue/relief
oh smog smeared stars
oh dark as tar night
empty echos hallowed out
falling out un-contained
guilt and scars her name itself
whimpered or swallowed
discordant turmoil pushing
to be present tired sad self
can she stand up?
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