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[bodytext] => i want to feel the sound of rain frustrates me itches the pain that i dont feel i cry for nothing im tucked and napping into my own bare arms. which doesnt mean alot look as it harms the squirming eyes i see apocalypse everyday it is becoming my fingers and my mouth my north and my south when i turn. i try to learn i cant see a meaning i wanna scream to you all . but i cant hear myself when i turn and i cant remember why i did coil in the first place.. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 43 [informant] => simon_says [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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