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[aid] => mick
[title] => the sky
[time] => 2017-11-25 19:34:03
[hometext] => I figure I basically am a ghost. I think we all are.~John Austin
[bodytext] => is my wife
the salty
taste of tears
my blood
whispers
fading
absorbed
into skin
quiet because told
your mouth-words
sound wrong
mute because told
your a busybody
withholding because told
you announce
not communicate
this language
bone dust
struggling
white as
the heart
of a star
gone
nova.
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[informant] => ming
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[alanguage] => english
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[ratings] => 0
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