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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Honesty of Blood
[time] => 2005-03-03 00:24:33
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[bodytext] => My wrists itch today where I sliced them with a knife. No, you didn't hear me wrong, a knife is what I used. I think it cuts you deep, deeper than it did me. But, Death did not come knocking. I washed clean the blood that flows from this temple rotten and full of Sin like rusted water tainted with lies. I figured that for deeds I couldn't admit to my blood would tell the truth honesty thats true and pure. But I was wrong. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Nardo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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