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[sid] => 163688
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[aid] => mick
[title] => So I Pressed Delete
[time] => 2010-12-13 13:35:06
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Its Sunday again and I'm playing poet instead doing something more constructive. This is the third draft of this poem and so far its not turning out to be a master piece. When I was writing the second draft, I covered some stupid metaphor for the Mir space station in blue and tapped the delete button. It was supposed to represent feeling like your at the absolute peak of the world, with everything you know under your feet but you still cant see your hand in-front of your face because the isolation is so suffocatingly dense. It was really pretentious... so I just deleted it. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 297 [topic] => 69 [informant] => mcnickname [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => poets )
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