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[sid] => 27441
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Lost Rose
[time] => 2003-11-19 04:52:07
[hometext] => my epiphany
[bodytext] => The second of four in the third of twelve I saw it at last I now know what I've known along A ghost of her dead soul in the hallway My heart cries out through my hands onto paper The beginning of my epiphany Her hands were jaws of life --- I was crushed Her legs were needles --- My worst fear Her hips were pitch forks stabbing my eyes --- Met hers She took what she could get And they were laughing at the collapse of my soul Forced fed rusted metal and broken glass I swallow despite my dismay That yellow sweatshirt makes me sick My hate is a front I sit there and wonder sometimes If anyone ever found that rose And if they picked it up And if it made someone happy? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 22 [informant] => zaowhvn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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