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[aid] => mick
[title] => Torn Masquerade
[time] => 2004-10-11 07:42:34
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[bodytext] => Single where cliques are infinite In a place with lines of order My plain, frosty and so creased self Holds feeling with a false border Faded scribbles meaning nothing A dusty black and white photo With no image but shades of grey Unlike lines I wish to bestow Reds roses flow as the ice dew From the paper cuts without lines Leaving me behind lost for words Unable to erase the signs Crumbled in to the burning flame With nothing to destroy in me No cradle for my soul to let go Plunged into an ever black sea [comments] => 2 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 13 [informant] => silverscent [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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