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[title] => Self Portrait (Nothing)
[time] => 2010-07-16 00:00:34
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[bodytext] => Finely made, like porcelain The sacred silence keeps the sleeping, sleeping Disfigured, prettier than any doll They had a plan, but those go wrong A lie escapes beauty, only the world gasps But like a clap - it dies out and fades away Nerve endings not sharp enough, vision askew like a kaleidoscope No tool nor acrobat could fix something so bent out of shape It takes no training, no skill at all To break the wall The finest, after all Something so great, so grand You'd be a fool to not think it'd fall What we saw as beautiful, was somewhat of a scrub That's what they said in the headlines The internal thoughts in her head, shinning from the wrist We never knew where the rest of her soul went [comments] => 1 [counter] => 202 [topic] => 71 [informant] => the_unknown [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => secrets )
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