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[aid] => mick
[title] => Cressida Sits
[time] => 2002-10-07 13:30:00
[hometext] => The sin or the pure love?...
[bodytext] => Cressida sits,
back 'gainst the moon, A whisper of cotton, Leaves skin too soon, A flash of bright headlights, Flurries up close, Here is the man, She desires most. Is it that he Belongs to another, Or that he is simply, Her in-lawed brother... Under this night, Rolling fiercly in sin, She opens her arms, Beckons him in. Tears in the morning, Blurting out truth, A foul smelling scent, OF long burnt out youth Runs through the morning, With a sting to deceive, For a child of torn future, They did conceive. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 409 [topic] => 13 [informant] => trinity_love500 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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