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[aid] => mick
[title] => Conducting disorder
[time] => 2006-10-17 23:18:19
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[bodytext] => Perfection just a sin away-I take the heat to plan the ordeal of my fate Molding rotten promises to stay the same I am the weakness you've created, I bare all this weight. Changed your face To better fit my personal taste Cant erase The matter of the fact- You only give just so you can take Blemished excuses better fit our indecisive plan You summon nothing into a crevice of slight chance We are resulting in the faults we see within ourselves Take away all you cant fix No more mistakes The matter of the fact is- Were better off like this [comments] => 1 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 2 [informant] => Levymetal [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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