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[hometext] => 'and I was burning down to the stake; to my origins in the dust and, it was good.' -Vangelin
[bodytext] => Riding fires... lighting fighters in the doldrums. The constant leaping of hate on the walls, it was smoke that animated punches; traced wisecracked kicks in carbon-dioxide stress. The furnace was burning our happiness, and we begged for more gasoline paintings. Mildew floor cracks drowned in flames, on the surface, that was our cue to leave. Vanish like vapor trails. But, in the burning fleshholds of the night it was two Gods in ritual. Two bulked pieces of dermis competing for a chance to live without the third degree. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 330 [topic] => 6 [informant] => skyhawk432 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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