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[aid] => mick
[title] => It's different when the sun goes down
[time] => 2009-06-04 12:55:25
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[bodytext] => pink, red, and gold of the soul says remember me like it won't be here tomorrow. It bleeds out screaming for attention and its death is beautiful. We don't mourn it. Instead we become enveloped in the dark mistiness ready for mischief and mayhem, and close our eyes when the light peaks above the trees because we're ashamed of our previous carelessness. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 43 [informant] => twick [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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