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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Another form loserkid
[time] => 2003-07-27 05:05:00
[hometext] => this came to me about one or two years ago
[bodytext] => As I sit here thinking of what I did to you how I ripped your heart out and fed it to my dog how I sold your soul to the corner market sitting here were I did this how my uncleansed soul now will sit here and fade away into the blackness of my heart I will rember how I ate your spleen and used your lungs for a pillow so I could sleepsound all I could do is laugh in silence but now your the one who is laughing in silence [comments] => 2 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 43 [informant] => loserkid [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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