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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Passion
[time] => 2004-05-27 17:07:56
[hometext] => I find storms to be one of the greatest things on the face of the Earth.
[bodytext] => Purple lightning in the distance, white lightning at my feet, rumblings chase throughout the dirt, while the rain brings down my emotions. It's oozing and dripping and running all across the hills and bumps and into the crevices, washing out the cuts and rinsing away the ink. But the landscape is only bathed in this heat often enough to be barely satisfied. When it proves itself worthy, in time that does not exist, night will fall and all will be drenched in The Passion. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 25 [informant] => Juliet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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