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[sid] => 90081
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Ravens
[time] => 2005-04-06 07:54:14
[hometext] => I wrote this based on a painting i did
[bodytext] => These birds of black words from a forest they fly with death on their breath is my soul in their sigh? They dare land on dead hand upon branches of bark silhouettes of dead pets peck flesh from the heart Gold is good road kill for these birds of black fate Do lies, end in dead eyes? Better sooner than late They could pour us from the forest into puddles of no light I can't save, my payment to the grave despite my tired aging fight. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 13 [informant] => In_a_While [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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