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[aid] => mick
[title] => Cliche Love Story
[time] => 2006-02-06 23:21:38
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[bodytext] => A new face, in a new crowd. "he could save me", I whispered to myself. "he could fix me, and make whole." He approached me, looking scared. Hurt. No, he was bleeding. And, I could see treason, and disregard pour from his wound. "You were hit hard?" and he just looked intently into my eyes, holding back tears. Holding back demise. I lifted up my own shirt, to show him a planet-sized scar. He smiled, and I smiled, for the first time in a quite awhile. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 24 [informant] => eleventoedsloth [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
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