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[aid] => mick
[title] => Only
[time] => 2005-10-26 21:42:07
[hometext] => Depression, basically. Make of it what you will...
[bodytext] => Just smile It’s raining on the inside And the grief It burns Tugs and pulls At stings of hearts Of hearts of gold That murmur of death And beauty in darkness The living corpse Epitome of irony The clock ticks on And the crows fly Away to the moonlit Stars above Because, it rains On the inside Always, only on the Inside [comments] => 3 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 32 [informant] => angryhippylibral [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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