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[aid] => mick
[title] => Welcome Irony
[time] => 2004-04-18 20:13:14
[hometext] => When I was writing this I had an image of Cindarella. I wrote another stanza about images of the death of Father (Cinderella's dad died) but it was horrible so I left it as this because it seemed more complete.)
[bodytext] => Opalesence exchanged for a fine whalebone needle, to mend the holes of lies still unknown. Leftover amber wasn't enough for a thimble, each stitch grinding in closer to bone. Embers equal tiny points reflected in dark eyes, and nipping the end of the vastness. Solemnly sewing rips and tears with stitches and ties, to be burnt to meaningless ashes. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Suz [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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