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[sid] => 183575
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => twice removed
[time] => 2016-09-17 23:16:36
[hometext] => She is half who made her.~Wallace Stevens
[bodytext] => sign of a sign
in myself
a whole
congress
but not
my third
I /she/'/s out
slumming
as the four
chambers
keep the beat
or can we bear
to hear it
in throes
not just theory
as a fist could
vindicate
the pause
stutter-start
the clenched
empty
kill
the
poem.
[comments] => 2
[counter] => 522
[topic] => 73
[informant] => ming
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 0
[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => abstract
)
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