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[sid] => 73728
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[aid] => mick
[title] => These Beautiful Mysteries
[time] => 2004-11-30 07:53:30
[hometext] => I don't regret the day my beauty was lost.
[bodytext] => The mystery is no longer beautiful. Our tears washing away these sins. Everything I kept sacred is lost. My dreams are now just shards of glass on a bed. The bed my dreams were broken in. The bed my heart was stolen in. I am no longer pure. I gave my heart to him and he tore it in two pieces. One for him to keep. Was he even worthy? I loved him more than living… And now I am just dying inside. Please… take my hand. Give me back what I have lost. And yet… I don’t regret a single second. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 55 [informant] => bruised_hands08 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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