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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Vaccuum
[time] => 2005-11-30 07:25:31
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[bodytext] => My brain weakens In this trip without grief I circle is limiting itself It's Already so little what I carry in me And however, it is infinitely heavy The alternations become rare The syndrome spreads I dispersed drop the drop The scanty content My dry membranes chirp The echoes are diffused slow Repetitive I can't get back I believe I have made the choice I got into myself I hid I withdrew I got lost on the black side For pitty? For punishment? For nothing! By Fernanda F. Rocha© [comments] => 3 [counter] => 279 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Fernanda_F_Rocha [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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