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[sid] => 75995
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Murder/Suicide
[time] => 2004-12-16 07:37:39
[hometext] => Nothing personal this time, just a poem.
[bodytext] => Blood soaked the carpet, Blood soaked the bed, Blood soaked the woman, And the woman lost her head. She didn't want to kill him, But it was something she had to do, She took the gun from its case, And shot his head clean through. The bullet went through the back, He never saw it comming, As his face hit the floor, Her heart was loudly drumming. She was shaking like mad, And her heart refused to slow, So she put the pistol to her temple, It was at last her time to go. She whispered her goodbyes to no one, She said she was sorry and cried, She sat down beside the man, Then pulled the trigger, and she died. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 36 [informant] => redtempest13 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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