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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Grown Out Of My Skin
[time] => 2006-11-13 07:51:18
[hometext] => I miss the old days... Helpful comments wanted
[bodytext] => I was grown in a hiding space. I'm 5 I'm 9 I'm 11 I'm 16 24 36 73 I'm dead and dying. I grew out of my skin and into the sky above the trees in the forbidden woods Over the height I used to be when my brothers picked me up on their shoulders. My eyes are over Pépère’s who pushed me on the plastic swing next to his shed while I screamed "higher!" until I thought I was going to flip over the wood holding it up. I'm over my Mémère’s head and I can't feel her rocking me in her yellow chair melodically going, "ungh ungh ungh ugnh." I can't see the garden in the backyard the cucumbers don't taste as sweet and the strawberries we picked in Maza's patch are no longer warm from the sun. My frilly dresses don't poof when I twirl for the whole world to see because no one really cares about my dresses anymore. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 43 [informant] => WorthlesSanity666 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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