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[title] => Embryonic Fluid
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[bodytext] => If this was the inverse What comes second Should have really come first A last drink to never quench your thirst One more stroke of her hand Before you finally burst If this was remotely fair All this stress Would add lusciousness to my graying hair Would set me apart Beyond compare Like a true work of art When you can’t help but stop and stare If this were the age Of fast cars and roller-skates Drive in movies and Watergates Stickball and soul mates Filthy ten dollars worth Of a shady nickel bag Seeds collect like dirt Exhale to release the hurt If there was a moral At the very least a solvent point A diagram of disorder Dismembered at the throat Stimulation of the libido Pointless games A face held incognito Puff and pass the joint If this were a mockery What do you call what you wrote Gibberish sitting next to me Leave it to you to tell a bad joke Constantly bombarded My vision retarded Here you go, have the last toke _______________ __________________ [comments] => 2 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jyssvw [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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