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[aid] => mick
[title] => The addict
[time] => 2007-03-05 18:20:15
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[bodytext] => They will call him God with cracked lips gaunt faces they will shiver they will sweat And these actions they'll forget for they a people have hearts of gold They will beg And they will scratch Torn with their eyes stained with salt if only to their addicted fault Be night.......Be day A rave of light so gray for there are people here with minds of glass They will pray and they will scream to return to their fantasy their deam And they will call to you tonyone, for assistance.....or a loaded gun For they a people have souls of rust [comments] => 1 [counter] => 217 [topic] => 66 [informant] => ipanema_gal [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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