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[sid] => 158927
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Buzzer blade
[time] => 2010-04-14 15:42:40
[hometext] => He's just trying to help
[bodytext] => Leffe bottles complete the ledge Trees stand surrounded in hedge Open victim for the crows and rain Go and drip on the headstone It’s his fault it exists with pain He clutches the retro telephone I warned him to stay away Buzzer blade for failing to hear- What I openly say Screech that comes over the fields Is it Friday today? *****, I’ve got blood on my face Feel his pulse for a dropping pace. I think she would be happy now He’s out of the picture right? It still amazes me how- I took one tonight. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 13 [informant] => b3nnehboi [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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