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[aid] => mick
[title] => pilot no purpose
[time] => 2006-03-26 00:13:15
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[bodytext] => our dawn is the sky of falling stars driven by blind men, believers in hopeless wars our day is the empty ground covered in corruption collective corpses that cannot scream to stop our disease is clouded by rashes and riddles their meaning unheard until the words are etched in stone our danger is this sadness, the dark relative ruled by melancholy slowly stealing the sand from the hourglass until it's too late staring at the whores bathing in the suns carbon myth //Ae ©2005 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 235 [topic] => 41 [informant] => drewgreeno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => political )
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