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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Ambient Transcendence
[time] => 2003-09-29 12:05:00
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[bodytext] => The words flow like a soft breeze in the hayfields, an enveloping blanket of warm marshmallow fluff. Living, and breathing, growing, and dying. Just wanting to finish what I've started, it becomes a wounded tongue; not able to form it's intended syllables. Already it's lost, scattered in the cold wind, painted too thinly across the canvas. Now even I begin to forget how it was ever alive in the first place. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Mrmcbiggums [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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