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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Lost Painting
[time] => 2004-05-11 16:45:43
[hometext] => This was written a few weeks ago, but I have found it still applies to now, even at this very second.
[bodytext] => The shadow of the Tree passes through the blinds and paints itself on the wall for my enjoyment And for a moment my heart stops in my chest and it feels so good to die for a second For the Sun rarely comes out for one to see this subtle radiance, and when it does, there are too many people blocking the window [comments] => 3 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 64 [informant] => Juliet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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