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[title] => Garnish
[time] => 2012-07-05 21:12:41
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[bodytext] => For you are no less than what I perceive.
Delicate figurine, flaunting your glow.
Always it seems, daunting my show.
But I am to blame, I use you as a garnish.
This heart of mine was meant to tarnish.
Following the path which bears only the familiar.
Swallowing hard, with tears forming all along my exterior.
My gallant decoration you can be no more
A talent wasted, of that I'm sure.
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