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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Perfect Imperfection
[time] => 2004-08-04 13:47:11
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[bodytext] => I can not breathe and I can not dream Thinking of time and all of the scenes Draped in the moon and also in red The possible failed, memories bled Up in our throne room, I see us still Back in the places where we would kill Fell short of something, it was just me I couldn't share and I could not speak Now something is happening Our orchestra played but soon faded Left me alone in dark and jaded Silent and broke and broke and silent Short of secure, nothing but violent [comments] => 1 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 32 [informant] => stalkee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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