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[aid] => mick
[title] => Staircase
[time] => 2004-10-22 20:23:10
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[bodytext] => Singing peacefully under the steps of madness. Trying hard to keep the spaces kept. The jump down is so far. No banister to hold on to. I have to depend on myself now. I can't take the next turn. I laugh at the people below me. Seeing how helpless they look. That must have been me. I'm true to the white now. My skin as ashes. My eyes as blood. My brain as sludge. I'm running down a slide of momentum. I know I'm lost... I'm speeding up. I can't stop. A race... That I no longer compete in. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 214 [topic] => 66 [informant] => Sirena_Degana [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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