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[title] => pestilence. . .
[time] => 2010-04-20 08:05:12
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[bodytext] => I claw my way to the top of the illium, expressionless moth-balls along the way. I am overwhelmed by the staleness of my own breath to which I've attached zombie-like words that steal my fleshy thoughts, plump with passion, lusting after niceties. . . those pearls. . . The ones that I'd forsaken in lue of the hole where your belly-button used to be, admonishing the rain that fills you up & hides my tears, as well. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 409 [topic] => 13 [informant] => elle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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