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[aid] => mick
[title] => January
[time] => 2010-05-07 05:35:42
[hometext] => A poem about the complexity of relationships in a mental health facility.
[bodytext] => She took the cup in her orange nicotine fingers. Barely looking into it before she swallowed all that it contained and all that it did not. For a morsel of time our eyes met and she spat that she wasn’t always “like this”. I felt something for her that I hadn’t felt before. She was more human in that moment than any person on this earth. Her words belonging in a celluloid scene. I turned away from her for fear that her words would actually damage me in some physical way. As she rolled back down the corridor her stiff flowered dress swayed from wall to wall. The smell of her matted hair lasting barely longer than the words she had spoken. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 65 [informant] => Debris [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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