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[aid] => mick
[title] => For Those As Confused As I Am
[time] => 2004-08-28 13:55:13
[hometext] => this poem is made to make sense in however you think of it.... without thinking about it deeply, it will make no sense at all....
[bodytext] => the sunless skies are blinding to eyes the dewless mornings are passing us by and if the immortals are going to die why do people have to ask why when winning the losses for the war seem satisfying less but more it seems to be hidden behind the opened door what is the point of struggling for dungeons full of roses bleeding through coffins bursting full of life too when never knowing what not to do it seems all signs point up for you why do you not reep what you sew intentions of intending tend to grow knowledge not knowing of what to know the highest your lifes been at an all time low forgetting the famous in the night living to die to live is right for the blind, darkness is a glorious sight no matter what, blackness will still remain white [comments] => 2 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 38 [informant] => abnormalpunk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Tributes )
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