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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Flies
[time] => 2010-11-24 14:14:18
[hometext] => I wrote this a couple months back. But now, more than ever, this is so true. To: My dearest, best friend.
[bodytext] => All the flies are buzzing 'round you You stunk up the place with your lies And you dropped everything and made a mess on the floor Your floor's covered with deceit and now you're wallowing in it Stuck, stuck to the ground you planted your feet in Secrets slowly grow up you, vines slowly choking the life out The flies are swarming, and I've got to go This mess is too big and you don't want any help So I'll walk out, looking at my feet Regret and sorrow linger on my skin I need to wash myself Wash away the stench you made of your life and your soul I'll leave you a map, but I can't free you now You're alone, alone with the flies Clean yourself up, free yourself from their grasp The one's that have consumed your everything Then come crawling and I promise I'll help you to your feet [comments] => 2 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 66 [informant] => the_unknown [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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