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[aid] => mick
[title] => When we ran out of Malt and Barley...
[time] => 2008-06-06 02:25:05
[hometext] => For all the drunk-on-love fools out there...
[bodytext] => Tables sticky with mash; our mash that remains un-distilled but fermented, and there's still a fire not lit, a bar not burned to the ground. I'm holding Vintage; upped on floor grease after looking for your face and it wasn't there, not there for me to swipe with a knife. I want to cut you in two, make you bleed down the middle of our kitchen; smash wine bottles on those old ancestral counters, and make mincemeat pie out of your heart. I know your aorta never worked; if it did, you would've gushed from my shattered stabs of love; would have screamed pleasure in my apartment. Doors are caved in with dents; hinges that weren't meant to be torn apart, and I'm still holding a match up to a cracked bulb and wondering if my fingers can take the heat. No matter the singes I get, I can't keep count of the lights. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 6 [informant] => skyhawk432 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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