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[aid] => mick
[title] => only
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[bodytext] => we are eighteen an age of fear and ignorance a world that swims the shallow end can stand to watch their children float and working for another day to feel the thick air and decay they starve for life and swallow grey we wont have the priveledge of color in this closet i sleep for now the light is a thing i have forgotten the dark is a demon i lay in between and in this corner i am suddenly at peace my head lay on my mothers boosom she sings a lullabye to cool my blood for i am but a child, it seems from the corner of this closet you can forget that in it we lay 18 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 43 [informant] => feathercut [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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