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[sid] => 54069
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Angelheart Child
[time] => 2004-06-28 22:05:25
[hometext] => A complicated, *****sesque poem about adulthood and the future of our world. (Editors, please put the word 'rules' on the 20th line of the poem, instead of pushing it to the next line. Also, put e. e.'s name back into my notes. It's not vulgar.)
[bodytext] => SSomething stirr’d my s-o-u-l Some thing stirrd me heart Somet’ing kissed my blissful eye a&d Something broke (u/a)p( )art I’m not afraid of deathhhh A sliver in the heel som,ething like an angel retahded in a co-coon The highs, the lows, the we(a/e)ken(e)d loads, the joy in the child-spectre’s dying eye-heart-soul over a nothing The chill’ling music, “T’row da bass guitah!” and the dives he(e/a)dlong into da awful crowds. You do your lessons and they lessen ,just like Alice was told, and eventually there are none more and your (baptism/second birth) brings you out into the world of ****** rules. Cahved in stone and unmended even by the strengff of logic, I stare at the stupid-head mirror and let my unaborted inner child illUmiNATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THERE! TAKE THAT!!!!!! NOW YOU (*GASP*) MAKE SENSE!?!! What have i done? All those innocen(ts/ce) lost… The world can’t function without deft, I mean, theft. Take that and cry! Take kindly. The darkness culls. The brilliance culls. The blindness c(u/a)lls. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 12 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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