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[title] => Her kisses leave a bruise.
[time] => 2005-06-21 12:36:00
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[bodytext] => i turn towards a halo to speak old words of rain then i'm shown a rainbow that bled the blackest stain my halo is my noose her cold love gift to me her kisses leave a bruise can self-murder set me free? don't grieve what's not to be or perhaps what never was you could say this tree is me and it's true, perhaps because... All my life i prayed but to receive no gift of answer i might have never greyed inside like some sick cancer... if i had some faith in me... dw [comments] => 2 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 22 [informant] => IN_a_While [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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