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[aid] => mick
[title] => Poetry
[time] => 2016-12-13 13:49:28
[hometext] => our greatest poem
[bodytext] => so, to get about it..
it bursts out at times..
at times you force it out
like delayed labour...
that is how all poetry is born
nursed by amateurish hands
but none of that tonight
no word shall transgress
my soul/'/s kiss upon yours
as a singular monster, shall we rankle
conjoined at the lips
silent, tender, scorching
and wordless
our greatest poem
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[informant] => joydeep_nath
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[associated] =>
[topicname] => LovePoetry
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