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[sid] => 131055
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Even The Furniture Bleeds
[time] => 2007-01-27 06:39:40
[hometext] => Metaphorical...
[bodytext] => Feeding upon mushroom kisses and magic a thirst – inept. Even the furniture bleeds if left alone with it’s thoughts. Yet, when a head of grey curls, rests with the dust of the chair, both feel fresh as a plastic toy and as real as the morn’ is near. Even if the empty house still has a trampled carpet. — We feed upon a mushroom caress and magic, a thirst – hushed with a window stood between yourself, myself, and grapes. See, even our furniture bleeds without a needle and thread. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 43 [informant] => silverscent [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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