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[sid] => 96212
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Smooth Terrain
[time] => 2005-05-29 21:43:33
[hometext] => I'm not sure about this one. I composed it the other day at school using random words others were using. So criticize!
[bodytext] => I feel so lonely, At betrayal. Death has no beauty, In deep a ritual. Your evil beauty, Is a blue eclipse. It comes in plenty, As in iron grips. Glass love is gliding, It’s so mystical. But diminishing, Soon invisible. Until elation, I’m more restricted. There’s no diction, I’m dead and vapid. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 194 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Mild_Tempest [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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