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[aid] => mick
[title] => A memory old and long
[time] => 2005-03-23 16:04:39
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[bodytext] => The space is where the passion used to be the smiles are dead and quiet like whispers this void it consumes me The haze turns my face I can't see the darkness only the pity I can see my get away on a plain out of this tortured city The chains around our hands and neck they represent time spun with gold weak like twine Poisen ivy a wish on the last star a body mapped with scars Don't forget the perfect day the day with no complaints when the sun shone A past glimpse of a memory old and long [comments] => 2 [counter] => 238 [topic] => 32 [informant] => loopylou [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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