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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Grandmother Taught Me How to Play Solitaire and Now I Have No Friends
[time] => 2004-12-09 20:35:35
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[bodytext] => Incised ripe soul Raptured in whole Muffled regime in a Semper fidelis Carcinomatous stream Searing palpitations, Resting nigh Your cortex. Can You feel me heaving? Question my letters to Biographical rhetoric. Regressing malignancy. I can feel You, Bleeding through me. I can feel You now. Split-lipped crochet Mere rechauffe Compendium Emolumental self-vendettist sum Gelatinous column Paving ways for intrigue Spineless and tight-noosed hanging Question my letters to Biographical rhetoric. Regressing malignancy. I can feel You, Bleeding through me. I can feel You now. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 43 [informant] => SavingMarion [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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