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                <title>.......ITCH..........</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 01:57:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I saw your vanity in that kitchen<br />no words were exchanged<br />yet, you spoke to me<br /><br />we have belonged to others<br />over the 12 years<br />small windows of opportunity<br />open & close<br /><br />then you broke the silence<br />a sweet kiss may turn to thorns<br />always a fantasy, hitting reality<br /><br />flooded with ideas of affection<br />for a Saturday yet to come<br /><br />so erotically unexpected<br />your fingers made there<br />way up to heaven...<br />beneath that turquoise table<br /><br />in darkness a secret<br /> becomes the truth<br />the self-indulged ego <br />has just made me <br />another whore<br /><br />feeling empty, not alone<br />I wonder...<br />did I taste as sweet as the last?<br />do any of us end up in a song?<br /><br />knowing fantasy is better than reality<br />why do I indulge myself?<br /><br />will you remember the night<br />of the full moon<br />     in March...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>shuttered like a fan  are wings</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2007 22:32:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ while you lay on your belly, i'll knead the hard edges of your flight. you are a fallen angel, but still as the angles are... body light as a dragonfly, great gold wings cut across the sun. <br />
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if i'm not careful you'll cut me. if i slip my hand too casually down the sharp side of your scapula. i will lift away a bleeding palm. <br />
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i know the stigmata of presumption, a wound that will not heal if i take you for granted.<br />
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sometimes i run into the sunset arms wide like a scarecrow, think i can jump off the side of the world into the fiery furnace and be burned up in you.<br />
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i would like to wrap my body in the blazing streaks of bloodshot sky with your arms around my naked shell.<br />
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i miss your touch<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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