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[aid] => mick
[title] => Illusion's Harangue
[time] => 2008-06-24 02:25:16
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[bodytext] => Dangle an anchor From this festering chancre, If it wrests me from the mast Where so evident is the past. My mouth is metal-acrid. The gums are scourged and sacred. For what palliates the scurvy, Let this boat go topsy-turvy. Flay me with a whip Along the mottled lower lip. Prick me with a thorn Where I was born. It is not pain as sheer As your absence from here, More callused out on the bow Unsummoned by the now. My third eye fools. From eating only gruels? This view is playing tricks; This river looks like Styx. Beyond the pretend scrimmage, I saw your fleeting image. Give me Illusion’s harangue; Shout that sirens never sang. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 43 [informant] => screwge [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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