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[sid] => 136692
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Dead Butterflies.
[time] => 2007-08-13 01:47:41
[hometext] => Burn everything, destroy everything. i was always good at that.
[bodytext] => Crying it doesnt offer much, and bleeding doesnt give that satisfaction these days, those days are dead and buried.. like i should be. How my heart used to beat, when i rang at your door the smile that once visited my face when id pick up the phone. those smiles are dead and buried. like i should be. Burn everything, destroy everything. I was always good at that. I cant eat. Im full. My stomach.. its full of our dead butterflies. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 13 [informant] => GemmaLouiseRose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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