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[sid] => 171661
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Short to Phrase
[time] => 2012-04-02 11:03:08
[hometext] => Written on 09/11/08
[bodytext] => My compassion for humankind grows within separation I cringe at your flushed cheeks, the brush of skin Put metal and glass between me and the world Your illiterate tongue and friendly nature... I see this and find it disgusting There are those I feed and give into When you begin to depend as I so forced Fleeing feet is the last you see of me Issuing letters and pleas that mean little at all, But I keep up a face, even if I know not what it says Not accepting anything but truth and that damned monogamy As I give you anything but The greatest hypocrite to ever exist Let me bow low and proclaim My life's one call "The thing that ***** me off is..." [comments] => 0 [counter] => 66 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Marrs [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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