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[sid] => 19069
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Harold's Shoelace
[time] => 2003-06-15 14:35:00
[hometext] => betcha can't guess who Harold is...or was...seriously though, this is not for him. it's for me -- or something like ME.
[bodytext] => talk me Christian talk me Sane i'm afraid of both i fear both lives i fear all the lives i lived but i'm sure there was faerie dust yes, i'm sure there was faerie dust transcending my transcendence i broke free from the shackles burned Harold's shoelace when it grabbed my throat i buried him in my yard yes, i'm sure he's still there brainchild Rain's exiled to Springtime i called her Christmas though sweet as syrup in Winter shoes walking Statuesque like this XXXXXX in my yard yes, i'm sure he's still there [comments] => 0 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 13 [informant] => boobies [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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