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[aid] => mick
[title] => Wallflower
[time] => 2004-09-19 23:02:33
[hometext] => Laden with oils/ she is dark as hail/ her wind cats growl/ at the coming winter...
[bodytext] => Laden with oils she is dark as hail her wind cats growl at the coming winter She has no eyes instead knowing you by taste bud she falters the nomads with gin and bliss despite all effort apostrophe and milktoast she is craven. drowning. in the tempest worries of her own wanton desire She is metal boned fresh and delivered like a morning train she is ripe like the elms of September She was stolen in the night born and died at the same time and thus were looted the pilgrims of her mind. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 51 [informant] => MsScissors [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Event )
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