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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Flaw
[time] => 2002-10-22 20:30:00
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[bodytext] => I don't act my true self in front of them
Perhaps because I am alone and they have another The depths to which they lie are known only to one And it is for this reason that I am afraid The mysterious has a way with me An endless darkness that makes me shutter Two small black pools in a sea of white has power Power to turn me red Power to make me sweat Power to make me shake But the power is not a power, But rather a weakness A weakness in me. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 13 [informant] => shadowed [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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