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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Valley of Fingers
[time] => 2003-07-25 23:05:00
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[bodytext] => Set the cannons of my palms. Deliver my touch into the sun, Burn the flesh. A beggar sleeps beside me I do not deny my fellow man. Take my clothes and move on. I adorn myself with rings. Caressing a loved one is the highest form of art, I admire your flesh, and you admire gold. A lion king walks gracefully by me. I do not kneel to express my loyalty, I kneel because I wish to keep my head. I belong in two realities, Before sinking into my sleep. On the tallest hill, Stands the mid design of pleasure. Expel. Enter a tunnel and believe, I will leave my trace in the future tides of time. Consent my feelings, I will give you everything that shines. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 43 [informant] => SpiritOfYuta [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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