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[title] => Rumours
[time] => 2013-04-23 17:31:16
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[bodytext] => Rumours I hear Through the grape vine Down the telephone line Who am I to believe? The one I love most? Or the ones who love her most? Tripping thoughts Through my tripping mind I sit cross legged outdoors Your voice whispering, calling Sweat pouring through my pores Twisted are my feelings, bent, crooked Working their way through the maze of my mind How, what to think ? As the world collapses, flailing trees And cherry blossom Falling by my knees In warped smoky darkness Smothered with disease Gravity calls to sleep, whilst my brain Tortured Tries to cease, reach peace. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 43 [informant] => sebgreen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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