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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Last Credit Rolls
[time] => 2006-12-09 18:40:53
[hometext] => My poem Pushed to the Limit edited.
[bodytext] => She pushes her body to the limit from the time the title flashes, until the last credit rolls. How much harder can she push, until she’s lost all self-control? With a hit and a drag, she destroys her lungs. Blackened from within. Suffocation. The cancer sprouts and grows, and consumes the body, devouring it whole. She pushes her body to the limit from the time the title flashes, until the last credit rolls. How much harder can she push, until she’s lost all self-control? With that daily morning acid. deteriorating her stomach, an artificial vigor surges throughout her veins in place of sleep that never comes. For in the hours of the night, as the credits start to wind, she skims through pristine screenplays of lives she could have had. She pushes her body to the limit from the time the title flashes, until the last credit rolls. How much harder can she push, until she’s lost all self-control? Through depravation, strength escapes. Muscles wane and reveal the fragile framework of her hallow, sunken body. A beginning without an introduction, a plot without a climax, an ending without a conclusion. She pushes her body to the limit from the time the title flashes, until the last credit rolls. How much harder can she push, until that last credit rolls? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 48 [informant] => eternalnight4x [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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