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[sid] => 120568
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Circles
[time] => 2006-05-22 23:09:33
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[bodytext] => Around circles of molecular disintegration, fall the bleeding vessels of Death's integration. Circles they encase me, I want to pull them out, My bones and muscle all collapse, my nerves just scream and shout. How could I get them all, my body is so trapped, They're there at every inch, and drain me til I'm sapped. Passing out all soaked in red, Better than being pale and dead, Or tan and burnt up to a char, Red can tell you all you are. Up above in circles spinning the fan, The smiling laughing taunting man. Sees all my mistakes and throws them down, My dizzy twirling circling crown. Clutching razors, throwing knives, Bloody hands cut apart these lives. Stop me, circles close in some more, Cut down deep into my core. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 254 [topic] => 72 [informant] => assassinatorgirl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )
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