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                <title>The recipe.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 02 Sep 2007 22:20:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The erased inscriptions reminding of affairs, half-forgotten features of persons. <br />
I lay not moving on a bed, being afraid to breathe, move, embrace a cup, only to not forget the texts, only to not lose the eyelashes on which so often play orchestras of reason and senselessness. <br />
From new warehouses of the literature, to pictures and dolls, I indefatigably to repeat to myself wished to not fall asleep in revival. And time drips ideas on a frying pan that only the crust was pleasant. <br />
Remain for the night, I am happy with us, dear<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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