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[aid] => mick
[title] => Spill
[time] => 2016-02-21 11:24:42
[hometext] => The cliché of feeling like this
[bodytext] => Why should anyone undergo something as harsh as truth it tried me once, I spat it out until my face turned pale put up a fight as it sure did I took back my breath as the place I roam the love I took I broke it all in half The colours spill shreds for wings the butterflies Make the sky turn blue and now there is just you Once on earth I roam the sky where the butterflies threw up their colours where the truth can fly in dreams we live and think to be today is where the worms will live to die colours run like blood they will and life forever gone in sleep we/'/ll find a lifelong grasp on eternity [comments] => 2 [counter] => 198 [topic] => 43 [informant] => SylviaHughes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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