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[aid] => mick
[title] => you/'/ve read this poem before
[time] => 2016-02-02 13:43:46
[hometext] => While I thought I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.~Leonardo da Vinci
[bodytext] => guilt like strong undertow toes curled in tension and nervous humming is back there/'/s a toe-tag full of dire warnings and crouching in the corner to try and trip old ankle bones and a blind owl hoo wahs near the window and almost February and 2:00 am so dark I forget who am I? who am I? that creature with wings pulling at my subconscious plucking feathers one by one watching for the gate the river the rowboat Hello Night Watchman feed me the page take my coin. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 73 [informant] => ming [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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