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[sid] => 46753
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Sharpness
[time] => 2004-05-09 03:33:14
[hometext] => Next time you shave, try standing an inch or two closer to the blade...--Caesar quote
[bodytext] => The sharpness is coming close, I feel it in the air. That last breath hurt the most. My throat begins to tear. Now the sharpness has arrived. I feel it next to me. It's a wonder she survived. There's still no guarantee. I can feel her float away. The sharpness getting nearer. I know now I've been betrayed. She was merely a mirror. Now the sharpness, at my throat. Blood runs down my chest. Blood runs deep, but I stay afloat. This hope, I do detest. In much pain, one final call. And one ultimate regret. I had the sharpness after all, are you worried yet? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 397 [topic] => 13 [informant] => binkcaesar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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