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[aid] => mick
[title] => Waking Up
[time] => 2007-01-31 02:50:29
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[bodytext] => Step aside, move over. I'm back with fierce intimidation. Lift up your shoulders with what I'm about to lay on you. Man it feels good to be standing where I am. I have missed this spot, the blood stained pedestal. We're about to begin so shut up and listen. My eyes are sharp like my tongue. I've been standing in the shadows too long. Watching, just watching, biding my time, learning with a fury to hold onto what's mine. Courage be damned because I'll run into a brick wall if that's what it takes to make myself known. Living on passion alone like a burn in the belly I go. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 275 [topic] => 43 [informant] => twick [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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