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        <pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 11:27:13 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>lost</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Oct 2007 09:51:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ my lost heart,<br />
feelings lost,<br />
as dead as grey statues,<br />
and the art of loving forgotten,<br />
in the empty space of the universe.<br />
<br />
like aliens, couples pass by, <br />
and i wonder when and where she is,<br />
perhaps not here not now<br />
perhaps not at all<br />
<br />
and as the body and mind work,<br />
what little soul left still clings, <br />
and craddles on to the only thing left <br />
the love for oneself,<br />
to survive and to live and to die.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~RheoBallistic</author>
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