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[bodytext] => My momentary pause leads me to an open door Letting out all of the unknown All he needed was a friend What she had was his to mend He's played befoe She was ignored She was bored Faces run across my eyes Too fast to recognise You were there so clearly Touching you so nearly Playing delaying just like before Laying degrading looks like you've scored Genitalia complaining, itchy like a w**re Scratching descaling twisting on the floor. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 226 [topic] => 43 [informant] => tiggytom [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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