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[sid] => 138815
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Harvest of Disseverance
[time] => 2007-11-27 09:48:26
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[bodytext] => She loves me, She loves me not Remorse streaked petals surge from the bud Your essence revitalized Blades drift in forlorn winds Spring come again Cauterize your martyr Your scales are ripe in the sunlight So many limbs to dislocate Efflorescence to mutilate She loves me, She loves me not She blossoms while the sun sleeps Comfort roils and drains her cheeks Wax florets flood this garden One aramanth cleaved from lacerations Marks your bruised skin Dismemberment Here's your harvest of disseverance She loves me, She loves me not A naked stem protrudes between rocks A brier lacking all but thorns Bleached I vibrate Fractured masses Running, always wanting more Clutch the current Black petals flowing forth The last descended, Cascaded Plunge into obscure abyss I'll devour, I'll devour this remorse She loves me, She loves me. . . not.
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