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[aid] => mick
[title] => Home
[time] => 2017-04-06 22:00:12
[hometext] => We all have a renewal place; lest we burst into flame.
[bodytext] => My house, my home, my place.
My own, not yours, this space.
I fill it with my own collections;
Mismatched fragile recollections;
Hopes unmet are kept within;
Good deeds unnoticed, even sin.
All my comforts here await.
Caring not if I am late.
This door a threshold to myself;
Where failure can absolve itself.
At last the master of my day;
The curtains close upon the play.
And though the world will offer sway;
Behold the walls its crush belay;
Be silent! Hush! And go away!
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[informant] => softerware
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[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
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[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => Nostalgic
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