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[aid] => mick
[title] => northern town ritual
[time] => 2011-06-08 14:30:19
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[bodytext] => Tickling,trickling, icy cold swallow can just for a moment fill a heart that's hollow the moment of truth it repeats and repeats As gurgling whirling puts me on my seat all glasses are empty i'm beckoned to follow left alone briefly, I'm back to a hollow the next pub is known but some do plan on leaving outside on the way to the next one i'm heaving trickles of sick they splash back off the floor my jeans they are covered. My throat, it is sore all knowledge and pride it is quickly forgotten I pad at my jeans even though they are sodden a northern town ritual well known by most the next round is mine, i'll catch up. I'm the host tomorrow, embarrassed. I'll forget the burn my needs outweigh memory. I'll never learn [comments] => 0 [counter] => 88 [topic] => 21 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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