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[sid] => 18404
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => parapit
[time] => 2003-06-01 23:35:00
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[bodytext] => slow anger melting, in time with force and reason, we all touch things here or vice versa, to purge my memories and life, all of the illusions, left is only matter, and some reason, an everyday walk, to go and be with the other dreams, desires, i like the other sensations better, oh we need moral servitude to bulid it, otherwise we just have confusion, comeing from the reason. like today, its eleven o clock, [comments] => 1 [counter] => 255 [topic] => 43 [informant] => plous [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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