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[aid] => mick
[title] => Expected
[time] => 2010-12-21 21:03:12
[hometext] => Don't take it too literal.
[bodytext] => I guess I'm still here, no need for a cure. Why shed a tear, when I'm still not sure? Why should I smile, when I feel fine? And time is a dile, but you can't have mine. The sky is sharing, or so I've heard. I hate hearing, what's spoken is slurred. Beneath the ground, there's so many stars. Fissure is sound, released without bars. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 104 [topic] => 73 [informant] => Broncomark12 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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